This morning, after taking Helen to work, drizzle turned to rain turned to sleet which turned - finally - to snow! This ain't Canada though - it was wet and soggy and no more than a centimetre's worth - but it was undeniably snow. Seizing the moment as one must in Edinburgh, we headed out into the (usefully sloped) back garden and did a bit of snowballing and sledging. The snow melted as we walked on it, and Holly and Louis soon got wet and cold, but the principle was very much established and we retired to the house for a warming bowl of chicken soup. The snow was all but gone by teatime.
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