A Whiff of Winter Magic: How a Fleeting Frost Led to Our Tiny Snowflake
You know, there's something absolutely captivating about a crisp winter morning, isn't there? The kind where the world outside seems to hold its breath, a blanket of fresh snow muffling all the usual hustle and bustle, truly a silent symphony. I was out walking old Pip, my scruffy terrier – he’s a bit of a character, always sniffing out adventures, a bit like a diligent detective on a case, with his nose to the ground and tail wagging a steady rhythm – and the frost had truly settled, transforming the ordinary into someth...
