The snow has come and I couldn’t be happier. Christmas never really feels like Christmas without putting on hats, gloves and jackets and venturing out into the garden to build a snowman – it’s the only bit of the holiday that is always fun. I know it is a little belated, but it hasn’t been that long since the 25th, so I am classing this snow as Christmas snow.
Waking this morning to a blanket of fluffy white powder, I smiled – it was snowman time. Alas, my 10 a.m wake up proved too late and as I wandered down the corridor to the kitchen, I spotted a stray flat cap through the window. A stray flat cap perched on my mother’s piece of artwork – the worst snowman that I have ever seen in my life.
She seemed to miss the whole concept of ‘rolling the snow,’ and look at its face – it’s terrifying, it’s the stuff of nightmares, not family fun. Even Eddie was frightened (notice him escaping in the back of this shot).
We decided not to allow mother to destroy this day of family fun with her horror movie excuse for a snowman and opted for another Christmas tradition – the Audley walk. Now for most families the Christmas walk constitutes a stroll around the countryside – ours indeed starts off in the countryside but ends up in Tesco, yes Tesco, yes as in the supermarket. Why? I’m not really sure, but you can’t break tradition. So off we went and here are some photos from our exciting expedition: