In eleven years we've had snow here three times. You'll forgive us, therefore, for making a big deal out of what, (I realise if you live somewhere like Canada, for example), is a light dusting.
It started falling heavily at 5pm yesterday. Poppy and I rushed straight out to play football.
Snow is such a rare occurrence here that L was even moved to leave his computer, take his dressing gown and slippers off, don a warm coat and join us for a dance in the blizzard in the garden.
When Ted joined us it was to suggest to Pop (who by now had enormous snow balls stuck to her feet) that they play a snowy version of their favourite game.... Round The Greenhouse. Ted became Quite Animated and did rather a lot of talking during the game...
|Spot the Poppy|
|There she is!|
Today, it's wall-to-wall sunshine but freeeeezing cold. M left to run to work at 7am when the thermometer was saying this. I know it was cold because he had tracksuit bottoms on and I can count the number of times he hasn't run in shorts on one hand :o)
Pop and I set off soon after. I learnt my lesson yesterday and this morning had on two pairs of running tights and two pairs of gloves as well as a down body warmer, fleece neck warmer, head warmer and thermal top. Consequently, I was warm as toast. The whole run was a complete delight from start to finish...
Once we got off the main road and onto country lanes where no gritters had been it was like stepping back into a medieval world. We took it easy down the hills as I had road shoes on (very little grip) but because it's been so dry slipping wasn't a problem and we got bolder as we went along. Our feet made that lovely squeaky scrunchy sound you only get when you walk on fresh snow and the cold air, bright sunshine glittering like diamonds on the snow and the fact that no one else was about made it a really special run.
I meant to do six miles but ended up doing ten, I was enjoying it so much I didn't want to go home after only spending an hour outside. I always text M to say where I'm going and how long I'll be and I also leave a note for L if he's home. As I'd said we'd only be an hour and we ended up being 1:45 I was expecting M to buzz me asking whether I was home. I didn't expect L to because he isn't up that early! I heard the phone ping in my pocket when we were about two miles from home, and it wasn't M as expected, it was a slightly worried sounding L saying: where r u? I texted back almost home. When we got back I apologised for making him worry and we had a laugh about the role reversal. Parents are meant to worry about where their teenagers are when they don't come home when they say they will, not the other way round :o).
Tomorrow, the forecast is looking dodgy with proper snow and high winds on its tail for Friday. We may be battening down the hatches! Miraculously, it looks milder and slightly damper for Sunday's race, which will be fine.
Hope you're all well and keeping warm and safe. I'm off to eat some of our stockpiled rations to replace some of those 1000 calories used up this morning :o)