|Faster than a speeding bullet.......|
Some snow. Not a lot, but just about enough . . . .
. . . . for a little light sledging, that is.
Earlier this morning, before the sun could melt our modest covering, out in our blue plastic speed machine, The G at the back, The B in the pilot's seat, both clinging on for dear life.
Our course, up the street (on the pavement), off the kerb (the bump the best bit), a quick skid around and then back down (on the road for this part) at several thousand miles-per-hour.
It felt that fast to me, at least, attempting to remain upright as I pulled The B&G at ever-increasing speeds down the slight hill that is our road.
Both loved it, The G singing Jingle Bells throughout, The B expressing his own delight in squeal form.
Later, the excitement having subsided a little, a rather more measured appraisal.
"The best Winter Day ever," The B said, The G nodding in enthusiastic fashion.
Not bad as endorsements go, I suppose.
But then, they've both had to wait an awful long time for this.