Snow, Snow, Snow!

We missed the beginning of the snow, and arrived back from Brussels to find that our part of the world had turned very white. In our local park the snow was reaching the top of George's wellies: We failed to make a snowman (I swear it was the wrong sort of snow) so George followed Special Agent Oso's special tips and made a snow angel. Those Americans have a lot to answer for. And I don't think George appreciated just how cold and wet he would get - we didn't last long in the park after this!