Thursday doors – 24 February 2022

Doors 174 – Mountain doors, Alpe d’Huez, February 2022

I have been absent from the Thursday doors club so far this year, due to the pressure of work, but am missing it very much and so am squeezing this one in, just to let you know I haven’t completely disappeared off the face of the earth.

My wife and I were lucky enough to join some friends for a skiing holiday in early February, our first holiday abroad for three years, and first together without our children (almost 20 years). The trip had been jeopardised several times over by changes in COVID-19 rules around Europe and the UK, but we made it and had the most fabulous time in Alpe d’Huez, France. Great company, great snow and some of the best skiing I have ever done, despite having a knee injury.

Just one door for you today, but what a door! On one of the long green runs in Auris, heading to the Chalvet lift, we’re these two little green huts popping out of the snow. The huts are curious in themselves and posed loads of questions, mostly around what on earth these huts were for. I still haven’t worked that out yet. A lovely door on a lovely hut in a lovely location.

Green Hut door, Alpe d'Huez, France, February 2022
Green Hut door, Alpe d’Huez, France, February 2022

That just about wraps it up, and I hope I will have time to post more doors soon. I hope you all have a great weekend.

If you have made it this far, you probably like doors, and you really ought to take a look at the No Facilities blog by Dan Anton who has taken over the hosting of Thursday Doors  from Norm 2.0 blog. Links to more doorscursions can be found in the comments section of Dan Anton’s Thursday Doors post.

by Scooj

Cold snap tail

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Sugar crystal snow

rattles the red-brown beech hedge

the ‘Beast’s’ final fling

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Snow envy

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An east-west divide

they have it and don’t want it

the snow is whiter…

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Sub-zero

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A microclimate

defined by our garden fence

somehow snow remains

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The white stuff

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Waking to the white

it came, it pitched, it melted

a fleeting visit

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Snow

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Febrile atmosphere

teenagers expecting snow

might never happen

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First snow

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Icing sugar dust

just enough to turn green white

winter in full bloom

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Half a metre

 

A billion, billion

snowflakes obscure mountain views

the best day ever.

 

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Change

 

Recent memory

melted away and replaced

with t-shirt weather.

 

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Silence

 

City without cars

benefit of pitching snow

everything is calm.

 

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  • Bristol rarely gets snow, so this event is noteworthy, it is also worth highlighting that Bristolians have their own word for ‘settling’ (of snow) which is ‘pitching’ so I have used it in this haiku. Walking to work was a pleasure this morning on two counts, firstly the sheer beauty of seeing the world through a different lens and secondly the almost complete absence of cars. It set me thinking how beautiful the world would be with fewer cars on the road, they are a convenient nuisance.