Everybody has been complaining about the snow, I do agree, it's a huge pain. But, moaning isn't going to make it go away, so you may as well embrace it.
My house is surrounded by forests, so I really do get housebound. Fluffy socks, fleecy blankets, chick flicks and a toasty fire make up for it. I've introduced you to my three girls, the musketeers, Coco, Chanel and Paris. This year instead of cuddling up to me on the sofa they longingly stared out the window desperate to play in the snow.
You just can't say no to three lots of puppy eyes.
We all set out, wrapped up warm with some seeds in our pockets in case we saw any hibernating, hungry birds. Unfortunately my dad was unable to join us, we have sent him off to fat camp for the week. My beautiful mummy is very happy about it..
We walked through the forests to my secret escape, a little gate into Narnia.
It's still beautiful and only six months ago me and Joe were having a picnic...
That's England for you!
A few snowball fights later I couldn't feel my toes! And we headed home, rosy red cheeks and feeling forever young.