By the time we went out again with Rex there was at least 20cm of snow and plenty of snowdrifts. The world had become a strange place. Its borders and lines had been altered or had been erased all together. A strange sensation, wallowing through it in the dark, no longer seeing where road ended and field began. Rex thought it was a lot of fun, running around, sniffing in it and consequently blowing his nose. Sometimes his whole head would disappear in the snow.
This morning we woke up to a winter wonderland; everything covered in a thick white layer... and I was to remove a part of that by hand from the path, stairs and parkingarea. Who needs a gym??