In article <>,
Mike Barnard <> wrote:
> I woke up this sunday morning to find a virgin white carpet
> everywhere. Not a footprint, not a tyre track. My 5 yo son is going
> mad with joy.
Further up in that teensy weensy islet of yours, around Manchester and
northern Cheshire, it used to snow with gusto every winter (I have heard
it is not so much these days). But I can't recall much snow in April.
Wonderful experience for kids. It is not just the stunning visual
aspect. There is the crispness of the atmosphere, the cold on the skin.
And, most remarkable of all, the deadness of sounds, the muffling of
bells, horns and noise generally.
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dorayme