The snow started falling at about two in the afternoon, and by the evening there was six inches up against the front door; come the morning, the whole district was impassable. My friends and I lived on the edge of a Norfolk village and were just able to make it that far through the drifts. But there we found a party atmosphere, with children dodging snowballs and smiling adults coming together in support. The village was cut off for days, the party continued, the pub never closed and snow has made me smile ever since.
However, as we get older, slippery surfaces are less fun, so if you’ve got a lot of the white stuff outside, do go carefully!
Wearing well
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