In the afternoon we made snowmen and threw snowballs. We walked across ice capped puddles along the track to the adventure playground where we jumped, climbed and swung with nobody around but us. By the end of the day there was a heap of wet wellington boots, hats, gloves and coats and a roomful of bodies sprawled in front of the fire. There was lots of laughter and a great deal of noise.
This morning though I feel like the snow throne that stands in the middle of the lawn looking sad and lonely as it slowly melts in the sunshine. The house is quiet and still, as suitcases packed, the guests have departed, homeward bound for the heat of the Sydney summer after nearly four weeks of European winter. But hey ho, we’ve had the shortest day so it’ll soon be spring.