We have just had the most wonderful weekend. No fresh snow and a lovely dry cold that was perfect for being out and about. We sledged both days and we all had a ball. The views were stunning.
On Saturday my brothers joined us (plus family) and then came home to ours for lots of hot soup and apple pie. It was so good to see them all and to catch up.
My brothers, being them, decided they needed to have a race. And this kind of thing, in my family, is taken very seriously – swapping sledges around to ensure they both had the same, picking a route to ensure they both had an equal run, drawing up the starting point and then the countdown…..which they false started because, apparently, my camera click sounded like a starting gun! And after all that drama and excitement it was a dead heat. I know that people are sometimes a bit surprised if they see my competitive side come out. But, really, to survive growing up with those two I haven’t had much choice!**
I’m slightly on edge just now because it is snowing heavily and has been all day……I’m somewhat surprised, and quite relieved, that I haven’t had a phone call from school. Fingers crossed we’ll get to 3 o’clock. The week off school was lovely in many ways but I think the boys were ready to go back and have a bit of additional stimulation and fun with their friends.
I’ll be back later in the week with some Splash of Colour December photos. I have a feeling they’ll mostly be indoor since the only colour outside is white!
** Competitiveness also runs in the blood. My Grannie who always used to drum into us that it’s the taking part that counts wasn’t actually able to follow her own good advice. We once caught her, aged about 80 probably, when we were all playing croquet, subtly moving her ball into a better position with her foot. What can you do when your genes are stacked against you like that?!