Winter was here. And it was not a normal UK early winter, either. The temperature plummeted, the snow began to swirl, and water locked itself away in ice.
I, however, was warm and toasty in my shelter, enjoying the change in weather and keeping myself cosy by my fire making Christmas presents. I don’t want to spoil what happened during this week—read on to find out.
Rather delightfully, this week at our home in the French Alps, thirteen years to the day after it began to fall at Four Skull Shack, the first snowflakes of the season drifted from the sky.