Here I was enjoying the leaves turning, the toadstools growing, the conkers falling, the mist hanging and then, as if out of nowhere, Yorkshire decided to move into winter.
Last Saturday I woke up, looked out the window and thought “It’s been snowing”. Convincing myself that such would be ludicrous and clearly I had just forgotten what a hard frost looks like after months of lovely summer (hem hem) I carried on with my day. Needing to run some errands in town I bundled Alby and Percy into a freezing car hoping to double up a trip to town with the morning dog walk.
Just as we entered town the snow started to fall. It was mixed in with plenty of rain, but by this point there was no denying that it really way snow. Cars parked in the market were lightly dusted and it even managed to settle on random patches by the side of the road.
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| Snowy dusting |
Whilst I often find that things actually warm up once the snow starts to fall, being the over protective mother I sometimes find myself as, I wrapped up Alby as though he were the younger brother in “A Christmas Story” – and he reacted in a similar way clearly unimpressed with his new foot muff and stripy mittens.
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| Alby thoroughly unimpressed by the number of layers I'm forcing him to wear |
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