Oh snow that sinks so light...

On Saturday snow came to the county, falling gently and subversivly in tiny flakes which surely would never settle.  We cut our evening out short as H (aka my lovely husband) claimed it was falling at such a rate we might be marooned... marooned? I poo-pooed the snow the whole way home.  Nevermind, suitably toasty in the cottage we lit a fire and snuggled in for the night.  On Sunday we woke to this view:

Ah, okay, so it had settled, H may have been right. After a morning pottering around doing jobs, we went out for a stroll (me feeling very smug in my wellies and super warm fleecy welly socks - I've barely taken them off since). We slip slided around a village filled with rosy children and adults triumphantly pulling sledges behind them, grinning broadly as they went. They thought they'd been cheated out of their yearly tobogan but Ha! No! January may have felt like spring but here they were, zipped up in puffa jackets, gloves soggy from snow, ears tingling and fresh from the thrill of the downhill slide. Wheeeeee!

On the green we were most impressed to find this amazingly constructed igloo. What skills! We must have a budding Bear Grylls in our midst:

We finished our stroll with a quick dip into the pub, me for a very good glass of Malbec and H a pint of nice local brew.  Suitably warmed and with the roads around us in a proper state we decided that we were indeed marooned and so spent the rest of the day mooching around the cottage, eating cheese and bread and anything else we could find in the cupboards! Perfection!