It's snowing. This means I walk like a duck. I am so scared of slipping that it is far worse than any fall. It took a while to get to school, but we set off early. It isn't even proper snow. It's slushy, soggy, grey stuff on the ground and there are puddles not ice. It is very unpleasant.
Bear was in a good mood. Today he is going on a school trip to an open air Viking village experience. Bear is very cheerful about it, but I don't envy the teachers having to run around in the bracing sleet.
The forecast says it will turn to rain. The beck is already full, so I will be keeping an interested eye on how it works.