Oh, to be in April

The weekends continue to reveal all sorts of interesting places, but rather than turn this into a 'what we did in the weekend' narrative, more 'fun, recently has been what is touted to be Britain's coldest winter in, dpending who you are listening to, anything up to 100 years. Snow before Christmas, including a massive dump that shut down the train service to europe (thus no Paris yet) and temperatures down to minus 20 overnight. Britain seems to be totally unprepared for snow conditions - not enough grit for the roads, water pipes bursting, and so on, bur we are staying snug and cosy and venturing out every so often, wrapped up in our woollies and marvelling at the snows. As opposed to NZ, where snow may fall and be gone by the same day, this stuff sits around, literally for weeks on end. My next venture into the mysteries of bloggiing: I'll see if i can upload some pictures.