The snow remains, and we are immersed in its possibilities. The river has been full of floating ice. I don't think I've ever seen that before.
The boys have been fascinated by the changing nature of the snow. Seeing it falling in huge flakes (Jack said it was like cotton wool), walking through a 'swirling whirling snow storm' when it was driving at us in little bits, seeing how the snow changed as the weather got colder and colder, packing it into a recycling box to make snow bricks for a snow fort. Working out how best to make a home made snowboard with only what could be found in Uncle Robbie's workshop. So many different ways for three small boys to extract every last bit of pleasure from the wonderful whiteout.