It is this point in the year I start getting a little stir crazy, the house is a mess from Christmas stuff. I need to go do something outdoors. But the ground is too frozen to go and dig at the allotment.
So I bundled the kids in the car, with warm drinks, wellies, hats and gloves and headed out of our icy valley and up the hill over yonder.
To the Yorkshire sculpture park.
Heading up the hills it started to get snowier with shreaks from the back of the car 'look at all the snow!!'
Damn, I didn't expect it to be that deep, but the excitement was building.
When we arrived, crisp snow!
An hour running about in the snow, with frosty air in our lungs did us the world of good.
Frozen fingers and toes headed back to the car, back to the messy house in the valley.