Born for it.

Some of you will have gathered that I really really like the snow.
However one member of our family was born for it - when the white stuff arrives in decent quantities Pushka just goes nuts - she loves it, howls, runs in circles & tries to bury herself.
We were up and onto the felltops early this morning to make the most of the brief blue(ish) sky and the snow - already as I sit in the cave & type this its melting fast - but we had a great time - Pushka may be eleven now - but show her the snow & she's a puppy all over again.