So, I guess it snowed over the weekend. Of course, the first thing Sybil and I did Saturday morning was go outside to play in it. Not to the park, for as I suspected the hills of which were packed with eager kids, both young and old, sledging away. No; Sybil and I visited our secret clifftop on the edge of Kimberworth.
We had the place to ourselves, and there were hardly any prints in the fresh snow. First we played catch:
Please excuse the fact that I am wrapped up well and Sybil is left to freeze with no coat on. She is warm enough, I assure you.
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| Look at that fine form |
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| Oops, missed! |
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| Where's that darn snowball gone? |
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| Hmm, perhaps I'm no good at this game... |
Then we built a snowdog. I say we: Sybil was more interested in eating the snow than building with it, so the resulting mess is mostly my own work.
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| Snowdog |
Can you see the resemblance?
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| Nope Mum, nothing like me; especially now I knocked it's nose off. |
And a bit of posing to finish. Enjoy what remains of the snow; hopefully it will be gone soon, so I can get back to work on the allotment.
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| See you soon! |
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