This is the path we normally take to school.
We bowl along on the bike. Guy on the front, Phoebe on the back, Mummy huffing and puffing in the middle doing the pedaling.
We like to say hello to the horses as we pass. And on the way home we sometimes stop and feed them any carrot sticks or apple slices left over from Phoebe's lunch box.
But not today!
This is our street.
Even I am not hardy enough to go out cycling in the snow.
Small amounts of snow, yes. But snow none the less.
Apologies for our snowman's crooked teeth - a bit of British dentistry for you!