Wednesday, 26 March 2008

Bare me away on those snow white wings

It was a little surprising to wake on Easter Sunday and find the snow. People tell us that it was at it's best at about 4-5 am, but we have to take their word for it, as we were all fast asleep. Younger sibling was very excited and spent awhile frisking about, but then lost sensation in her fingers and opted to view it from a warmer spot.
Quite handy with a snow ball though, by the time we got back at lunchtime it was more or less gone.

Younger sibling's foot print in the slushy pavement snow. First born, being older and more experienced didn't feel it warranted going outside for.
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  1. The Brown Family26 March 2008 at 21:24

    Do you want me to believe it's real snow!! no scarf, no gloves, no big hairy boots....

    Steve says the French think 10°C is really cold and dress up like eskimoes.

    Aunty Vero

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  2. Family Brown.30 March 2008 at 22:44

    Hardy peasant stock, able to tolerate low temperates and still haul coal to the mills.

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