Apologies if you've had enough of photos of snow. It's just still quite a novelty for me! Remember all that heavy snow that most of England had on Friday? Well, it fell on West Yorkshire last night.
This morning we woke up to six inches of fresh snow.
Bella's school was open so she, Angus and I walked there. It was totally silent and still, so different to a normal day. Just the occassional swishing sound of the odd driver trying to get along the slushy, slippery roads.
When it was time to collect Angus from nursery John and I took the sledge. Next to Bella's school there is steep playing field that is perfect for sledging. Angus loved it.
I had quite a lot of fun too if I'm honest.
Angus travelled home in style.
They closed Bella's school early and this afternoon that same hill was packed full with children, and the air was filled with the echoey sound of laughing and shrieking as they raced down the hill and dragged thier sledges back up again. There was something in the air, something joyful and celebratory.
If you don't have to be anywhere or do anything, if you can just give yourself in to the snow, then it's pretty amazing stuff.