OK so I’ll be the first to admit I’m not generally one of those people who sits at home, crossing their fingers, hoping for a White Christmas. Partly because…. well I’m never in the U.K and partly because when snow arrives, her partner ‘mind-numbing cold’ is never too far behind (snow just sounds feminine ) The thing is, me and cold have never really got along, which is why it’s taken me this long (about 5years) to re-experience snow at winter.
And I have to say it’s pretty cool. There’s something about stepping out of your house and seeing this soft fluffy ice, floating through the air that makes you smile and forget the cold.