The first and last of the winter snow
With the late snowfall came a morning of childhood joy, and a chance to use our crazy coracle sledge.
“Wake up, it’s snowed!” I knew G wouldn’t mind me disturbing him if there was a chance he could go sledging.
He’d spent all winter scanning the weather forecast, hoping to see the little icon of the black cloud disgorging its white flakes. And now, just when it seemed that the sledge would spend the season stored away unused, it had finally snowed. A lot.
“Let me see.” He flung open his bedroom curtains to reveal a deep snowfall, covering the garden and street beyond. It was still coming down hard in the cold morning air.
I checked the weather app on my phone: a series of black clouds, but the later ones had big blue drops instead of white flakes. “It’s going to turn to rain at lunchtime," I said. “We’d better get out there.”