For the last few days, it seems as if everyone in Britain has had snow except us. Just when the Vicar was starting to get really grumpy about this, the Arctic Oscillation finally obliged us with the white stuff this evening.
The Vicar, clad in two wellington boots (sensible), one gardening glove (slightly bizarre) and no coat (downright idiotic), made a pathetic excuse about having to put out the fox’s dinner, then ran around the garden for ages in a barely contained state of overexcitement.
We, of course, were more circumspect about the whole thing, and spent most of the evening just looking at the snow from the warmth and safety of the study. But, snow is snow, and you do have to have a little walk in it just to make sure your paws are still waterproof. So, for your edification and delight, we present the following pics: