It's been snowing and as the schools are only in for half days on Fridays, we decided to head off for some sledging. In Dunbar itself it was cold and wet, but only a couple of hundred feet higher and 15 minutes drive away were hill cloaked in the white stuff. We decided to head for Aikengall Farm (former residence of the MacDonald's) as we knew of some good hills. We took our Fife County Council wheelie bin lid that I had found last year washed up on the beach. It was ideal for sledging as long as you didn't lean forward and allow its lip to dig in. Fife'ers don't just chuck their litter in the sea...they chuck the bin in too! After an hour of mucking about I noticed Stuart was now a blue colour and was complaining about being cold. I took his wellies off and about 3 pints of ice cold water poured out. He spent the next 2 hours crying as he thawed out. Trefor liked it all and Isabelle and Andrew made a few poor attempts at building a snow man. Whilst we were there we met the residents of Emma's old house who were unable to resist coming out to nosey at us strangers.
Last night it was the running club annual dinner. Someone decide to have it at one of East Lothian's most remote restraunts...up in the hills at a place called Garvald. Needless to say the snow there was also pretty thick and the journey back was a bit dodgy. Today it's just wet and cold...really wet and really cold. Poor Emma has been conned into running a cross country race and is off to Falkirk to run in the cold, whilst I keep warm doing this. here are a few pictures of the kids in the snow.
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