It's snowing. Again. Need I say more? And at 35 weeks pregnant (nearly 36!) with a dodgy pelvis and using crutches to get around, not to mention the car, that's not particularly good news. But I love the snow. Especially days like today when the sun shone down and threw the hills into relief. We even managed to get up the Torside road to see the views - it looks a lot more wild and remote and snowy at the moment than it usually does. Just wish I could get out and walk. Friends of ours are off to a cottage in Wick this week, I'm very envious.
We went sledging yesterday, Hannah had a whale of a time going down on her own, very brave of her, and Steffie slept through the whole thing. Then we came back to tea and mince pies, followed by fish and chips for tea. It doesn't get any better.