...And then it snowed again, fat flakes that fell all night and all day toppling over the plants and wrenching down some of our guttering. It found a way into the bedroom forming a damp patch on the ceiling. But we all loved it.
Darcy ventured out, Bingley not so brave (or foolish).
This is how much snow had fallen at 8.00am
Darcy on the prowl
heading for cover ...
.. to watch the birdies...
Snug, warm Bingley ("get me out there..? gotta be joking!")
Finally Darcy returns for a bit of birdie watching from comfort...
