Whilst every kid on the Island, both big and small, was whooping in delight at Friday’s snow day, I was left coughing in bed. I’m pretty sure it’s the first EVER snow day I haven’t been out the door in the first hour of its discovery. Tom more than made up for my sickly excuses, with boots on by 9, and thermos and camera in hand. He was gone just long enough for me to start getting worried, and for him to take a lot of photos.
While Tom was out exploring the unfamiliar landscape of our local area, I spent the weekend relishing some enforced rest. I took a trip home to see the family. We sat and caught up on busy lives, while I concentrated on such arduous tasks as finding the comfiest spot by the fire, and choosing my second slice of cake (gingerbread or coffeecake?) A day with family, holed up by the fire amidst a snowy scene is a pretty good way to spend a sick day. The snowball fight will have to wait ’til next time.