Snowy days in a sleepy village

I love snow. Especially when it stops me going to school and gets me sent home from work early. Not so much when it gets all brown and slushy, makes the ground slippery so I fall over and freezes my hands until they feel as though they're going to fall off. Still, though: its prettiness makes the downsides completely worth it.

Waking up to see the whole neighbourhood blanketed in the stuff on Friday morning was enough to get me excited, but I didn't have much chance to go out it in. Today, however, I was accidentally awake at stupid 'o' clock and I couldn't get back to sleep. So being the crazy, adventurous, live-life-on-the-edge kinda gal that I am, I decided to throw on a load of jumpers, a big coat, lots of woollyness and a pair of wellies and venture into the village a whole three hours before I needed to be awake for work. All the normal people were still asleep and I managed to bump in to absolutely no one on my travels. This is one plus side of living in the middle of nowhere. The gardens and graveyard down the church path were completely untouched and particularly beautiful.