Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow!

Every time we get a whisper of snow mum always starts singing the classic White Christmas song, ‘Snow’. So, as you can imagine, every few hours she is breaking into song because our immediate world looks like this;

           

Chilly, treacherous, but pretty all the same. I took these photos yesterday on a long walk, and I’m glad I did because it’s all starting to melt away now.

Beccy