Ah, Britain is in crisis because it has snowed. Those with short memories have forgotten that winter is the right time for snow – particularly in January and February. But then, we do live on an island, surrounded by very wet sea = very wet air, damp green countryside and rheumatism. What more can we hope for?
However, the snow has been very useful this week – reducing the number of my commitments and enabling me to take a leisurely stroll around the village with my camera this morning. Glorious! The children were out enjoying their sledges and the odd snowball fight. The combination of snow, sun and the sound of happy laughing children was exquisite. Joy. See the photo album above,