Snow

Snow.  Ice.  Freezing weather.  It was all there, post Christmas.

This was the sight that greeted me, as I made my breakfast one morning.  Snow on the bikes.  Maybe not a morning for cycling. 

Our gloves drying out, and keeping warm behind the central heating pipes.  All ready to wear.

A stark scene awaiting us, should we venture outside.

At last the sun is shining.  What a beautiful scene.

No one on the bike path, but it has been salted.

And we did venture out on our bikes, in order to visit friends.  First we had to walk through the slippery icy snow, to get out onto the main bicycle track.  A worrying time.  And frozen fingers.  But we travelled there and back, and no mishaps.

Snow boots all together.  All ready to go.

The snow melted and then froze into a sheet of ice.  Mia wondered if she should put on her ice skates.

Kylie, Raphy and Walter walking carefully along the edge of the ice.  And trying not to step in some thawing dog poo.

And then the snow and ice melted and disappeared, just like that.  Gone.