Ok, so now I will be confirming my madness, but here goes anyway.
Throughout yesterday evening I was constantly drawn to the window to watch the snow's progress. It was beautiful to watch and so I did just that.
At 9:45pm as I waited for the kettle to boil I was at the window again when Steve said, "Would you like to go for a walk in the snow?" He said later that he thought I'd say no! But I called his bluff and said, "Oooh yes," and dashed to get my coat!
So heavily wrapped in hats and scarves we set off much to the amusement of my son and his girlfriend who stayed in the warm :)
We didn't venture far but it was lovely. The air was still and cold, snow crystals danced about our faces, and everywhere was very quiet and magical. Well it was quiet until we started to walk back and then we started singing in the snow and making patterns in our footprint tracks!
The footprints are filled in this morning with the overnight snowfall. All evidence of our snow walk is gone. But we have another happy memory to file away for another day.