Finally, decent snowfall this morning. There's barely a centimeter, but at least it's settling properly and not a half-hearted "dusting".

I don't know what it is, but I find falling snow so magical. I think, for me, I reminds me a ski holiday I had and of a night-time decent down a mountain in Italy holding a burning torch aloft. We don't really see proper snow in this country any more.

I also remember, as a child going to the local park and having sledging races with the local kids in a hand-made sled, so big you could lie down on it. Coming home will fingers so numb and cold that there was a risk of frostbite from sticking your blue, icy fingers too close to the gas fire to keep you warm.

Sadly, since the beginning of this week, I have been deprived of a window to the outside world, so I'll just have to enjoy watching what I can this morning. With any luck it will be snowing again when I leave. I'm even prepared to endure the scary drive to work and back in my automatic car with zero torque and traction control.