Waking up to see the whole neighbourhood blanketed in the stuff on Friday morning was enough to get me excited, but I didn't have much chance to go out it in. Today, however, I was accidentally awake at stupid 'o' clock and I couldn't get back to sleep. So being the crazy, adventurous, live-life-on-the-edge kinda gal that I am, I decided to throw on a load of jumpers, a big coat, lots of woollyness and a pair of wellies and venture into the village a whole three hours before I needed to be awake for work. All the normal people were still asleep and I managed to bump in to absolutely no one on my travels. This is one plus side of living in the middle of nowhere. The gardens and graveyard down the church path were completely untouched and particularly beautiful.