Mid-morning, I put on the snow boots and wandered down to the village, and stopped at the babes to play. They built snowmen with some friends, and had a wonderful time with the sled in the garden, and then we all had a snowball fight. A hot drink and flapjacks later, I booted up again, and walked, or slid, rather, down the hill to the village centre.
Here you can see the centre of the village with the war memorial.
And here is the church. It was lovely crunching through the snow in the churchyard. No-one had walked on it before me. I love the sound it makes.
On then to the field at the outskirts of the village, where traditionally, all the children (and a lot of adults too!) go to go sledding. The local farmer doesn't mind at all.
And then I walked home. And I snoozed in the rocker. It has snowed most of the day, and now it is going to freeze over night. Tomorrow is the last day of school, and I am thinking that there could be a chance it is closed again. I think some children may decide that they are already on holiday! Sigh. This has been a gift of a day.