Silent Sunday…

So this weekend I reached the grand old age of thirty-*cough*.  I’m still having trouble absorbing that fact myself, and I keep recounting the years on my fingers but sure enough, time and time again, I found that as of Saturday, I was old enough to split myself in half, have both of myselves start…

Snowy days in Hampshire are very few and far between.  We get plenty of wet days, an abundance of windy days from the Southampton coast, and lots of toe-curlingly cold days, but few snow days.  So when we awoke to a flurry of flakes and a blanket of white purity on Friday, we moved understandably…