1. A trail of colour heading down the white path. (Thankfully all too distracted by the prospect (or memory of) sledging to notice the bedheaded woman watching them from her kitchen.)
2. As soon as we reach the first clearing, Lily drops and rolls to make a dog snow angel. When she uprights herself again, she has a lump of snow on the end of her nose, which makes us laugh. We throw snowballs for her and she bounces around trying to catch them. We laugh again.
2b. The fat Staffy grunts out a greeting as it comes over to say hello. Her wagging tail shakes her whole body.
3. To have nothing more pressing to do than sew all afternoon.
3b. We listen to an audiobook of Day of the Triffids. A foot rubs mine at a sad bit.