Two inches of soft powdery snow = the perfect racing surface for greyhounds! They tiptoed out of the door, with that "eek it's cold, don't make me go out there" expression they sometimes have, then realised it was snow. They both took off for the gate, then ran back, ran round me in circles, back to the gate, then towed me down the road. At eight o'clock on a Sunday morning, we were the first ones out, and had a pristine world to walk in. And run in. Herbie was full of the joys of snow, pelting down the track just because he could.
Now they're both sleeping it off. If the snow lasts till this afternoon, I'll take some pictures. In the meantime, it's preventing me from going to Homebase for paint, so we're having a quiet day in. I got the keys to the new house yesterday, and I've taken this coming week off work to do some decorating, consult with builders, and all the routine tasks that you can't do from the office. It's unfortunate that the new house is well off even a secondary gritter route, but this snow isn't scheduled to last.