What is is about snow, you love it or hate it, me I love it. So today I opened the curtains to find two foot had fallen, quietly laying in wonderful moulds and shapes. It's now evening and it's never stopped all day, the car has disappeared, and will need a shovel to bring it back from under it's white cloak, with only the aerial showing. Tomorrow it will be dug out with a 'bread board' why you ask a bread board well the apartment does not have a shovel and we figure a bread board could do the job! and the car needs to feel love and belonging to take us back home to Keswick. I've managed a little outdoor sketching but realise I should have brought Gouache, the watercolour keeps freezing and the gin was left with lime at home.