We woke up Monday morning to a thin layer of snow.

I really would have loved a thicker covering of snow. At best we had one and a half centimetres. Not deep at all. It’s been at least fifteen years since our part of the fens has had anything worth describing as snow. Which firmly puts it into the twilight years of the wolf pack.

As far as I know this is the first time Diogo has experienced snow.

Diogo’s first experience of the snow was in our back yard. At first he found it a bit odd. But the fresh snow fall passed the lick test.

It was funny throughout the day when out in the backyard that not only would he lick the snow but he got snow on his face.

I think it’s fair to say he enjoyed his first experience of snow.