lauramiller.typepad.com > The Magician's Book

The spot in England that reminded me most of Narnia. Here is how Lewis described it during winter in a 1935 letter to his good friend Arthur Greeves:

"We had about a week of snow with frost on top of it — and then the rime coming out of the air and making thick woolly formations on every branch. The little wood was indescribably beautiful. I used to go and crunch about on the crusted snow in it every evening — for the snow kept it light long after sunset. It was a labyrinth of white — the smallest twigs looking thick as seaweed and building up a kind of cathedral vault overhead. One thing the snow showed me was the amazingly high population of rabbits."