What's wrong with liquid water falling from the skies? Apparently it's not in vogue this season, when white is the new wet. Up in Scotland they had 48cm and temperatures of -14C. Down here in Southampton it hasn't been quite that bad, but we are stuck at my sister's while we wait to see if we can get back to Hannah or my parents. As long as that plane can take off on Monday...
Wrapped up.
A snowman!
He's bigger than he looks...
There's only one place to be on a day like this: in a cafe with a cup of tea and a sausage sandwich.
Meanwhile, in Frome (where we're supposed to drive tomorrow).
Mollie is unimpressed. Dad swept her a path later so she could go for a walk. I never got that sort of treatment when I lived at home.
