MORE SNOW PICTURES

Well, I just couldn't resist!

I actually wrapped up specially and went out to take more pictures of the snow. I managed to get my husband to take a couple of shots of me - in between dodging snowballs (he's 58 going on 7) and although he thinks I'm mad (that's a given, LOL) he graciously obliged. (I hope you're wildly impressed by my hand-knitted scarf - 5 balls of wool - as it's the first thing I've knitted in over 40 years. The last item was a sweater for my Sindy doll).

So here's a little gallery of more Snow Day pix all (not so boring as wading through one by one, if this isn't your thing).

I'm enchanted by it all - I was brought up in the tropics so Proper Snow - as opposed to a light scattering, is still a novelty to me.

I was an Army brat: Singapore at 6 months, then Kuala Lumpur, Port Dixon, Singapore again... then back to the UK aged 4 for 9 months, then Paris, and Singapore again... back to Blightly at age 11. The first time I ever saw snow was aged 4; we were in Brighton on the south coast, and demanded to be taken out to see it - it was swirly down, virtually a blizzard - so after having been bundled up in every wrapping known to man, my long-suffering mother took me out... only to have me scream to go indoors again 30 seconds later. I think I somehow thought it wouldn't be cold...