Man down, man down

That's what Gordon might have said as Noah and the snow became as one, but unfortunately he is stranded in Edinburgh until who knows when. So we spent the day building up cabin fever until we could take it no longer and had a go of sliding down the slide on the sledge. Couldn't go any further than the garden as the smallest Bell may have disappeared completely.
At least he managed to be a bit tougher in the cold, kept the gloves on, and even seemed to enjoy it. For a bit.