Us down here right on the south coast have been very lucky this year (or unlucky if you are a child) and had no snow but bitterly cold. We could have had many a nice stroll along the prom or played football on the green like we do during the summer but no the weather drives us indoors and makes us close the curtains and all snuggle under our duvets (roaring log fire is in our imagination) with nice steaming mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows melting slowly on top.
Why is it that when we are as lucky as we are in this country we take it for granted. I never imagined sitting here in a flat with my two wonderful children sleeping soundly next door, the sound of waves hitting the shingle and the salty smell of the sea in my nose but here I am and if this isn't the most brilliant place to be then maybe I am never going to find my Nevada. xx