Whizz!

As we returned home from our walk this lunchtime we noticed that we were catching up on this elderly lady as she made our way down our street. Then, just as she reached our house, which is on the left side of the road and just out of shot, up she hopped onto her little wheeled trolley thing and operating it like a child's scooter, away she sped. Never mind the snow. Never mind the ice. Old ladies are made of tough stuff here in Finland. That, I guess, is how they live to be old in the first place!