A Tale of Two Labyrinths

My attempts at making a Snow labyrinth.  Oops! Maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all.

This, on the other hand... Fenn Court labyrinth in London this morning. It was the first time I've ever walked a labyrinth in the snow!

It's a Lovely Day

...For Snowmen. What do you think of my latest creation? Not so much  Raymond Brigg's "Snowman," as Snufkin from Finn Family Moomintroll  I reckon. Which reminds me, did any UK readers catch the marvellous documentary on the life of  author Tove Jannsson, the creator of the Moomins over Christmas? I thought I'd forgotten about them, but just a glimpse at those illustrations and maps brought brings it all back.

Anyway,  no snowman blog would be complete without the old classic  though I'll admit to getting ever so slightly diverted by this little gem.  Well, with GP dog around you do need to watch where you're digging!

 I'll need to think what to do with the burst of energy brought on by the walk to church this morning.    I continued the back cure by joining in with other volunteers clearing paths  once I arrived. My walking pole came in useful; could have done with a sledge of my own, too. It would have made the journey home so much quicker - and more fun.

So, rather than grumble about the limitations brought by the weather, I reckon I should make the most of this snow whilst it lasts. What do you think my next  artistic offering  should be? I'm torn between  immortalising GP dog, (might have problems with his sabre-like tail though), or a labyrinth. If that's not too ambitious.

Snowday

We have snow! Here are some snaps I took out in our garden yesterday.

  Yes, we still haven't taken down all the outdoor decorations yet. 

Winter Wonderland

GP dog exploring. I couldn't get him to stand still for long enough to get a decent photo.

Let me in!

I got my exercise this morning, clearing the front and back paths. Strangely enough, my wonky back now feels much better than it's been for months. Bit of a drastic cure, if cure it is, but so much cheaper than physiotherapy. What with that and my 45 minute walk back home yesterday after my health MOT, I'd be in danger of becoming unbearably smug if I'd not remembered what they declared my waist measurement and weight to be. Surely not?? I'm afraid so, and the nice young man who did them for me obligingly converted the figures into old fashioned inches, stones and pounds for this menopausal dinosaur, so there is no excuse.  I'm not drastically over, more a case of "could do better," but for somebody who's been a lifelong skinny until the dreaded change kicked in, it's all a bit of a shock. I don't think I've weighed that much since I was last pregnant! Goodness only knows what it'd be like if I didn't do all the walking I do. There are advantages in being one of those rare breeds - a non-driver. That's some consolation, I suppose.

I'm very happy to expand my virtual waistline, however, so a hello to two new bloggers, Pennywise and eLizardbreathspeaks who've landed here via Vicky's blogparty. Welcome and hope you enjoy your time here.