It must have been a bit of a slow news week, as journalists have seized upon the mere mention of snow in the weather forecast to unleash front page stories ranging from the start of a new ice age to salvation for the fruit crop of Britain (needs a cold snap to germinate, apparently).
At any rate, the white stuff was due to arrive today so they said, and I therefore took the opportunity to dig out the waterproof boots with warm lining and soles that grip which I had bought in anticipation of another winter like last.
By 2pm a feeble amount of snow was falling and beginning to lie. I donned thick jumpers, waterproofs and the new boots and set out to christen them in at least some snow. I just did a quick circuit of the local houses, again marvelling at people's taste in garden ornaments. One house had an ornamental frog that appeared to be smoking a spliff. Now just why would you want that in your front garden?
So that was it, a short walk but it did get the blood moving and I felt warm and relaxed by the time I got home. And the boots? - feet toasty warm, no wet toes, a good investment I'd say.
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