I miss snow at Christmas. When I was at primary school we always had snow during the Christmas holidays. In the village I lived, it seamed like the whole village would be out sledging every day of the holidays. I remember one occation when a friends dad built a ramp at the bottom of the hill against the wall with the idea he’d jump over the wall and land in the next field. There were two flaws to this plan. 1, the next field was 6′ below the first field. 2, the sledge he was using had runners not a flat bottom. With both these flaws against him, he hurtled down the hill towards ramp, the tracks dug straight through the ramp and the sledge slammed into the wall. The bloke, the sledge and a large piece of the dry stone wall were all flung over and landed 6′ down in the second field, I think he’s had recuring back trouble ever since. It was a spectacular sight though, and it would have been quite impressive had he pulled off the stunt.
I miss the snow.