Arctic Rolls

Not sure if you can even buy proper bone fide Arctic Rolls* nowadays (they were up there with Vienettas** as proper posh desserts for us as weans; a step up from tinned pears in syrup and evaporated milk at least) but we headed out on as an expedition force to buy some rolls in the Arctic conditions this morning.

Loads of kids out rolling giant snowballs for snowmen and sliding downhill on red vacuum formed plastic sledgettes. The five minute walk took nearer 15 minutes due to various minor snowballing skirmishes on route, until the soaking wet gloves and freezing fingers put paid to that.

Tried, in vain, to get Grant (Hez's bf) and his sporty hatchback up this hill after he'd abandoned it earlier, but his low profile slinky spokes were having none of it. So, it's still abandoned, but a bit further up the hill.

All the dogs were going a bit mad in the snow too, jumping up at Euan as he was chucking snowballs about at one point. This poor wee beast was quite excited about the white stuff when we'd seen him twenty minutes earlier, but by this point his head was down, he'd left his owners fifty yards back and he was making a beeline for his cozy bed. That'll happen I suppose when your dangly bits are so close to the ground and that ground happens to be blanketed in freezing cold snow.

Back home, every radiator loaded with damp clothes, a bowl of home-made soup slurped (with rolls) and now watching the snow slowly turn to rain and shrink away like a freshly salted slug.

*A cylinder of ice cream wrapped in sponge-cake. Sliced and served in a soup bowl.
**Mint ice cream sandwiched between layers of thin dark chocolate. Sliced and served in a soup bowl.