The White Stuff

Due to Master H's ongoing malaise, Miss C and I arose first on this cold December Sunday morning. The photos speak for themselves I'm sure, but the joy of Miss C in particular was unparalleled in her siblings.

We understood that the family service at St Mary's had been cancelled because of it - understandably as the church lies away from the village along a steep narrow lane.

By the way, the guinea pig run really isn't on fire!