After the disappointment of a no-snow Christmas, we finally got
some. Quite a lot actually. About six weeks late.
Boots and furry hat on; time to go outside. Tori was obviously too excited, and forgot to put on a coat.
The river was frozen over (you can just see it behind the bridge railings). It looked amazing, but I felt sorry for the swans and ducks. Turns out they were happy enough; when I walked over the bridge the next morning they were sitting on top of the ice.
Apologies for all the photos being grainy and dark; by the time I woke up the next day it wasn’t nearly as nice looking.
And now, another 24 hours later, it is mostly grey slush :(