Ours is the only school in a ten mile radius that has opened today. Princess Curly-Wurly and destructoBoy are torn between delight and despair.
I filled them up with hot breakfasts (crumpets and cereal for one, porridge and crumpets for the other and hot chocolate with marshmallows for both) then we set off into the polar landscape down the hill to school.
Although a bit slippy slidey along the flat our minds were taken by the view before us. Hoar-frosted trees, fields encased in white. The black dogs ran like hooligans, barking and snarling, snapping wildly at each other as they dashed through the snow. We chose the 'safest' option to get to the bottom, figuring age has its benefits and a cobbled path with a handrail made more sense than a tarmac one trodden to glass by a thousand teenage feet.
Arriving safely at school we were greeted (oleaginously) by Mr. Headteacher complete with snow shovel in hand. I left them safely ensconced in the hall, busy planning what they would make in the imminent snow sculpture competition, a hotly fought battle. Last year's winners were Pr C-W's team with a fabulous 3D model of a penguin.