We were all just a bit surprised when we saw the snow but we stuck to the plan for the morning which was to meet one of Tilly’s good friends for a walk. Going into the Close seemed the obvious thing to do, taking a rare opportunity of seeing the peaceful surroundings under an even-more peaceful shroud of snow. Any sounds were muffled.
Later, someone said that Tilly should have been wearing a coat but I politely disagreed. She has thick fur, especially at this time of year, and she is not a human even though she often thinks she is. Sometimes she might appear to shiver, but that only happens if we are standing still for too long. On the other hand, her teeth chatter with excitement while she watches me preparing her breakfast.