Fifteen Feet of Pure White Snow

Evening all.

Well, the snow has arrived.
Not really with a vengeance, more with a mild shrug of the shoulders and a "if i must" mentality about it.

ordinarily we look forward to the snow, a chance to break out the sledges, long walks in the chill, still, silent whiteness, snowball fights and snowman building, before warming tingly fingers and red noses by a lovely roaring fire.

Sadly, although No.1 daughter received both a snowboard and a snow scooter as part of her Christmas gifts, with an impeccable sense of timing she manged to break her foot on Monday which has resulted in a bright plaster cast but dark glum faces otherwise.

Mrs R had refused to take one of the Christmas trees down until she'd seen it with at least one dusting of snow on it, so we've had a bit of use of the snow after all.

night all


Nick Cave