Somehow a winter without a decent snowfall leaves me feeling somewhat cheated so I'm very happy to see it. I totally appreciate that if you are living in North America, for instance, where three or four inches is a mere trifle and you manage easily with feet of snow on a regular basis and nothing stops working, you may be having a chuckle....
Our sons grew up at the foot of the Wiltshire Downs and the hills and valleys were their winter playground, along with all their friends. Of course the biggest bonus was when the school bus couldn't make it down into the village, sometimes for days, and they had an extended winter holiday. At the foot of the hill, our house was always full of steaming wet gloves and boots, hot chocolate and toast and a back yard full of assorted sledges. Happy days.
Indoctrinated by their fathers from an early age, the grandchildren are equally excited by any chance of playing in the snow. A very large (over 6ft) grandson bounded through the door this morning asking 'Have you taken photos yet Granny?' ( how well he knows me).....before racing through the virgin snow in our back garden to make snow angels. He did also kindly dig out my poor owl that had toppled into a 'drift'.
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