I keep looking out of the window for snow, but I think it’s a bit wet here in yorkshire at the moment.
I love snow (as well as Christmas) it brings back memories of chapped legs fom wearing my wellies with a skirt, why didn’t my mum just let me wear trousers! Freezing cold hands and soggy woollen gloves from making snowballs, falling backwards into a soft snowdrift and sledging on the golf course on a tin tray. It was great!
My boys have only had minimal experience of snow and have never been sledging, they are still excited though. Snow used to last for weeks when I was young and I’m not that old, we did live at a slightly higher altitude than we do now, maybe that’s why or maybe due to the climate change. Who knows.
I really do wish it would snow!
