Fun in the snow

This weekend saw the first heavy snow of the year - we were spending it with friends in Bedford and Saturday evening was socialising and watching the flakes get heavier and heavier. We were impressed with the number of times the gritters went up and down the A1. My first reaction to the person announcing 'it's snowing' was sheer excitement and the declaration that I wanted to build a snowman. Not long after I was presented with a snowman the size of satsuma! I immediately gave him a beer bottle hat and put him somewhere safe outside until morning.

The snow does remind me of being a child - when it was fine to go out and get soaking wet and freezing cold because it was fun to make snowmen and throw snowballs as when we were finished mum would be there with a hot chocolate and once all the wet stuff was steaming on the radiators we could warm up and marvel at our creations.

So, back to this morning we awoke to a carpet of the white stuff and the excitement of running out in it and making the first foot prints in it was as exciting today as I remember being when I was younger. The nice thing was is that the friends I was spending the weekend with seemed to share my excitement and joined in the fun with snowmen, snowballs and snow angels. The biggest kid of them all was my own husband who led the foray into the cold and the wet! He was also the lead snow man builder and lead snowball thrower. It made me realise that I can't wait until he can share his excitement with our children and help them to build happy childhood memories that they can take with them into their adult lives.

I did go back to my little snowman and he was completed buried - even his little hat!

Meet the resulting snowman - a masterpiece!