There's something incredibly romantic and beautiful about falling snow and piles of crunchy snow underfoot. In a country where it only snows in the ski resorts, I only have happy memories of white, snow-laden landscapes, snowball fights, tobogganing, cosy winter fires and building snowmen. I have never faced the realities and dramas of blizzards, snowstorms, shovelling snow or being snowed in so I will continue to dream of snowy, white splendour but I'll be quietly grateful for our mild, uneventful winters!
Melissah
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