The sun is shining through a thin wisp of high altitude cloud but what’s amazing is the fact I’m sat here staring out the window, mesmerised by the teeny tiny perfectly formed snowflakes floating in the still cold air.
They twinkle like so much glitter. It’s as if the Gods are throwing a party up there, on high, while tossing handfuls of crystal jewels down on us lowly human beings below.
The truth is, the appearance of these beautiful snowflakes tells me one thing, it’s fruitcakingly cold out there.