snow days

When the first lot of snow came in late November, Bry couldn't really take Arlo out in it (much to my disappointment, being more partial to sighing at the beauty of the snow from inside a cosy house with a glass of wine in my hand rather than flinging myself wildly about in the stuff).

With the second lot of snow (or was it the third? I've forgotten now) Bry was determined to take him out in in and make all manner of mischief in it.

I can't remember what I did now - probably just sat staring into space, rocking gently and marvelling at the wonder of being alone...