Snow

I tell you, it's all go here. What with tidal surges and threats of great floods (which came to nothing), an earthquake which measured 5.2 and really did shake the house and wake me up, you'd think we couldn't take any more. Well, last month we had two glorious days of snow. I feel the need to belatedly document this - not for the benefit of my many friends and family who get it up to their eyeballs for weeks on end - but for us, who live in flat, lowlands, by the sea and thought it was a thing of the past. We thought we'd make the most of it, which was just as well because it was gone by the following day.

Here's a magnified view of the hotel Victoria from Gregor's window. You can even see a ship sailing in the distance.

We headed to the beach to see how it looked.

No, we didn't build this. People far more industrious generously left it for us to play on.

But we still wanted to roll our own. Normally the sand looks so clean and pristine when you come on to the beach, but compared to the settled snow that morning it seemed quite the reverse - muddy and dirty. Before he got all cold and wet and tried to walk home, Alastair took great delight in rolling his first snowman.

And Gregor wanted to get rolled up into it.

But we just plonked it at the water's edge instead.

And made a real one in the front garden.

It would have been my mum's birthday today and I came across a snowy picture of her back garden in Grundisburgh, where we stayed before moving to Lowestoft.