Is it so wrong for me to be a little disappointed that we are without snow when the rest of the country is blanketed in a duvet of white?
I know wintry weather can bring misery to those who travel, work outside or become housebound but my inner-self dreams of snowmen and sledging. I suspect it’s because some of my happiest memories involve snow: wonderful ski-ing holidays with family and friends, the musical laughter of children making snow angels, ably assisted by over-excited dogs and once, an unforgettable, moonlit bonfire when we were serenaded by a haunting chorus of wolf-song.
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