It has been snowing.
And it's the one time of year the children regret our seaside garden.
We watched as it flurried down, settling on the distant hills.
We drove through a blizzard to school.
But back home, it just wouldn't stick around.
And paid a visit to some hillside friends for some snowy fun.
It's a rare enough treat for us to have snow, and in shops and on the streets people were full of smiles and friendly words, all rosy cheeked and jolly.
I hope it's not gone, just yet.