The snow has gone but, before I finally turn away to face the coming Spring, here are a couple of shots with it in again (yes I know), but I was sorting through some photos and gradually worked my way back to some older ones. These feature Phoebe, the dear dog who lived with us in Bath, when I was little. Look at the snow there! We all went on about the snow this year, but actually, I remember many of the Winters then being deeply snowy. Unreliable as invariably memories can be, I am glad to find my photos bare me out. I never thought about the cold then (or can’t recall it now) and played in it for hours with that childish reverence and credulity that it would have been lovely to have felt this year, when snow fell again (but didn't because I have turned into one of those adults who gets all caught up with the practicalities of the commute).