We have a tendency to laziness in our family. The first hint of rain sees us rubbing our hands in anticipation of popcorn and a film by the fire, all 4 of us snuggled under a fleecy blanket, hiding our eyes from the parts that make us squeamish (for me it’s Voldemort, for Daddy it’s more likely to be a scene from a path lab, or a lost labrador).

But we can’t resist snow, and with the rest of the nation we duly donned our waterproofs and hiked our sledges to the nearest hill. The Bug, tearful at the prospect of getting cold, ill-fitting ski socks reminiscent of the failed skiing lesson Daddy insisted he took last summer, and the itchy label in his salopettes. Me, outraged at the lack of such a thing as aΒ coolΒ bobble-hat – seriously, what possible objection can my Dad have to leopard-print earmuffs??

"sledging"

As you can see, we forgot our angst once we hit the slopes, and didn’t come home until we had red cheeks and snow down our necks, exhilaration fueling our need to build our snowman. We could have holed up indoors for a duvet day, but then we would never have met Viv, the Aussie snowman:

"snowman on the beers"

And we wouldn’t have appreciated this hot chocolate nearly as much…

"luxury hot  chocolate"

I’m linking this post to the Gallery at Sticky Fingers, where the theme this week is “Adventure.”

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