Christmas Boskovice (second day: walk through the white town)

Already on Saturday evening it warmed up considerably and the snow slowly - but surely - came down. Even at night you could hear how it sadly drips from the roofs and trees to mother earth. Nevertheless, the morning was still white, so Martina and I let the young ones sleep, took the happy four-legged dog on a leash and quickly "fell out into the field". Only from the bulbous snowmen who grew between the houses like foals last night, we…