If the snow won't come to you...

... then get in the car and go to the snow.
It was just a half hour drive to the Dublin mountains (hills for anyone else on the planet). 
The snow was there. The hesitant drivers who should never be allowed near a road with 1 inch of snow were there. 
The kids complained that it was bitterly cold (it was).
But they had fun.
Especially when I sank to my knees in snow and ice and icy cold wet turf. 

This morning I had a happy surprise. So near yet so far. But more about that weird feeling of being-half-a-grand-richer-and-yet-feeling-poor sometime soon. 

I haven't quite digested it yet.