Snowy

An unexpected thank you from the neighbours of my friend Rosie. I like white as a colour, for all the usual reasons I guess. Clean, pure, new beginning etc.
As a youngster we spent a lot of time with Rosie and her family, Christmas with them, then at ours. Rosies brother in law was called Snowy. It was one of those moments, a rite of passage into adulthood, that I finally found out why he was called snowy. His surname was...... White! The penny had dropped! He was a great character, always got a smile for you. Even when he'd had a stroke and had limited speech you always felt he was happy and contented. And to this day, I still don't know what his christian name really was.