Harry's first taste of snow

Rosina so wanted Harry to see snow whilst he was in the UK and today, as we drove across the moors to Whitby, she got her wish. Not exactly knee deep, but it was snow and he got to make and throw snow balls and then regret it as his hands turned to ice.

We've been coming here every Xmas for as long as the children can remember. We drive for about 70 minutes, park up, have fish and chips, browse the shops, buy 100g (a quarter for the older folks) of old fashioned sweets, walk to the end of the pier and then return home. I sometimes wonder how much longer this tradition can continue but I know the answer; as long as we have the means - that's what tradition is all about.