It never snows here, that's what they told us. When, in our fourth winter, we had a bit of a dusting the kids had a couple of days off school and some of their friends who have lived here for twelve years had never seen snow in town before. The picture is from last year when I was caught in the act and ruined my doing good deeds in secret.
But last night we had a good dose of the white stuff, whole thick swathes of it that made listening to the local radio for school closures a formality. School is already off for tomorrow as we await the possibility of more snow and the certainty of freezing temperatures - forecast at minus eight.
I'm grateful for the warmth of the house and the stockpile of food we have left over from Christmas and - I think - for being able to work from home.