Snowy St. Patrick’s, 17 March 2013

Most of us headed out hoping for a bit of the luck of the Oirish this morning, looking at the grey skies and the rain splatting on our respective windscreens.  It wasn’t looking promising.  But, someone had clearly had a word with the official LRWG Weather Pixies, and on the way, those rain drops turned into the one thing better than sunshine – yes, snow!

So, a fair crowd of us pitched up in Knossington with a promising layer of snow already in place, and munched profiteroles as the last few stragglers rolled/slid in.  So we strode off into the rolling countryside with relief that we had a delicately dusted white world to explore, rather than just mud.

In truth, the mud was still there, just below the fluffy carpet, which had appeared all of a sudden, but the enormous flakes still falling from the sky were enough of a distraction from any slipperiness underfoot.  Lunch was a picnic in the snow outside Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese, complete with pints of ale and fondant fancies (we know how to live, we do), and after a march in the last of winter we had a very civilised tea stop in Knossington afterwards, too.

Another wonderful wander in the snow was, exactly and precisely, just what was required – ‘love it when a plan comes together.