"It's snowing!"

PJ curses and retreats under the duvet as I draw back the curtain and reveal Winchester in all its snowy glory. He clearly does not share my child-like sense of wonderment at this meteorological condition -- or is still tired after playing Half-Life 2 late into the night. I ignore his grumbling and head outside to take photos and offer up a silent apology to the TV weather services. They have been predicting snow for several days now, but I scoffed at them -- particularly after we strolled round to The Otter for a post-painting pint on a balmy Friday evening. I will never ignore their forecasts again.



Snow! So pretty! So wet! So cold! So NOT April. I'm going back to bed.