I love snow. There I’ve said it. While everyone else is moaning about the white stuff I, not-so-secretly, find it magical.
Yes I am a horse owner, yes it presents its challenges, but the waking up in Narnia fills me with excitement not dread.
Perhaps it’s the novelty; we don’t get proper snow very often (one year in three, maybe) and even then it rarely lasts for more than a day or two.
Or perhaps it’s because I’ve a pony that copes well…an extra rug and haynet as it’s pretty much business as usual (Ab Fab carries her own haynets down to her field too!).
To I certain extent I do understand the snow-related grumbles. In the UK we’re not well equipped to deal with it.