Although we didn't quite get the white Christmas we had hoped for, and we haven't had quite enough snow to warrant a day off work - there have been a few photo opportunities in our beautiful little hamlet. Moving house in Winter was always going to be a challenge, but at least it's pretty. This time next year we'll be better prepared with wellies, thermals, and big toasty coats and make sure we fit in a bit better with the neighbours - safe to say we got a few strange looks as we ran out in our pyjamas to take snaps of our snow-coated home.
Still have my fingers crossed as tightly as I can, that maybe we're still due one last downpour, and we'll finally have a valid excuse to skip work and spend the day drinking hot drinks, watching films and enjoying the snow settling over all of the houses and the trees. Kyle's little classic car surely has to do us some good at some point, and guarantee that we won't be able to make it out of the peaks. It's a good job she's such a good looking little thing, or I'd have had to set her on fire by now.
The slight dusting of wintery delight on our car this morning has got me feeling hopeful at least.