How thoughtful it was of the weather to deliver its dump of snow at the weekend when people could most enjoy it, and just as I was setting off to meet Janine for our tea-in-flasks-dog-walk.
Snow always manages to lift your spirits a bit, and I've not felt that lovely crunch of the magic white stuff underfoot for aaaaaages.
We just about managed to stop ourselves building a snowman (ok, so it wasn't that hard not to) but it was still a nice start to a little Sunday trot, to feel snow on your face and see kids skidding on the puddles they are normally jumping in (tee hee).
And yes, here I am sporting my now-everyday unfashionable look of 'dog lead round the neck and puff jacket with flask rammed in it'.
Scrumpy spent her time off the lead doing snowdog angels…
And the prize for the best snowman seen during the flurries went to this one, actually on Wimbledon Common, and already a bit melty. Sweet!
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