The snow came late on Saturday afternoon without a whole lot of warning. It was already dark and I was in my own little domestic world, busy in the kitchen making a lasagne. So I had no real idea what was going on outside my warm steamy kitchen bubble, in fact, the first I knew of the snowfall was Little B's excited shouts. It's snowing, it's snowing!! And lots of running and jumping and general over excited yelping as the front door was flung wide open and we all ran to gape at the snow steadily falling and settling. It didn't snow for long, a few hours maybe, but a good three inches settled and it was cold enough for the snow to stick around through the night.
The next morning, the Little People were so excited to wake up and see that the snow was still there, oh the excitement! Snow is exciting at any time, but to have it there ready and waiting on a Sunday morning is precious indeed. Little B has been patiently waiting three years (since he was 3 years old) to experience the thrill of sledging that he still remembers from his toddler days, but we've just not had enough snow for it in recent winters. On Sunday however, it was perfect.
So we wrapped up in our layers, pulled on boots, hats, gloves, gathered together a basket of hot coffee and home made biscuits, dug out the sledges from the depths of the cellar (oh my, what a job that was) and up to the park we all went.
We are very lucky to have this beautiful park just five minutes walk from home, it's lovely at all times of the year to have this wide open green space so close, but it is especially great with a snowy topping. The slope of the hill is just perfection for sledging - steep enough to get some speed up, but not so steep that there is any danger of injury or collision. On Sunday morning there were a good number of families all out doing the exact same thing as us. The atmosphere was partyish, lots of joking and laughter with friends and neighbours as we all gathered together to do the Snow Thing with our Little People.
I wasn't exactly dressed for sSledging (no outdoor full-body-cover waterproofs or fancy shmancy snow boots for me), but my feet were beautifully toasty wrapped up in hand knitted socks and encased in warm, dry spotty rubber. And my old red coat, although now very threadbare and shabby, kept me warm and dry as I hurtled down the slope at speed.
Every so often I would take a much needed breather from the sledging malarky. I sat on the wooden bench a while to sip hot fresh coffee whilst watching the goings on up and down the snowy slope. Flying down a hill on a bright pink bit of moulded plastic, then the long, slow trudge back up again is exhausting work you know. Especially when your energy levels are already depleted and you are feeling rather worn.
But a whole lot of fun too - we managed to perfect the art of making a Sledge Train - that's four sledges zooming down the hill attached together in convoy if you'd like to imagine it. Lots of flying snow and much whooping and shrieking (yes I think I may have shrieked a little). I love that I can do this daft kind of thing with my neighbours, we are all still young at heart. Which is a good thing to know.