I finally got a holiday this year, if for only 4 days but still, yippee! We headed for the hills to walk and read and jigsaw and roast marshmallows and walk some more and eat some more and generally chill out in-between walking and reading and, well, you get the picture. However, little did we know the surprises awaiting us in the hills, because if we did, surprise would have been the wrong word to use.
When we arrived we lit the fire because it was cold and those marshmallows weren’t going to roast themselves. So we walked, ate, played cards and did the roasting thing and went to bed. Woke the next day to snow! Freak bit of weather came up and settled in. So there was only one thing for it, a walk/continuous snowfight to the top of the spur, pitched battle and back again. Warm up, eat, repeat. It was fun.
The last time Diana and Sev were up at the bach they had nothing but snow, and they called on the snow gods so Louie (Sev’s friend) and I wouldn’t miss out. That was so kind of them.
It snowed again for part of that night leaving a new dusting for the morning to glow as the sun came out, shining and melting. This made for a good walk up at Arthurs Pass, if slightly precarious as snow plummeted from the trees, hitting us at irregular intervals. Alas avalanche warning stopped us going too far, but we did get to make a snowman part way up.
Finally the last day was a big change again, down to tee-shirts as we cleaned up the place and played at the river.
Dogs and snow are so much fun.
Snowman time.
More photos in flickr on the right.

do, but I do. Sometimes I’ll be sitting there thinking ‘Those guys are really prancing about like silly little girls’ and then they’ll lift a girl or spin 50 times in the air before coming down, and you’ll think ‘Ok, that reasonably impressive’. And then the girls will come out with their costumes and the light display, and it is quite amazing.



