In search of snow...

Two weeks ago we looked at the long range weather forecast and decided that Glasgow really wasn't going to get much snow this winter. Our eagerness to introduce Emily to all that life has to offer meant we felt that we couldn't let her first months pass without introducing her to some proper winter weather. Given that it was my Mum's 80th birthday party down in England, we grasped the perfect opportunity and set out a week in advance for a spot of 'extreme' driving and snow fun. Upto now our supreme being's only experience of the white stuff is what came from Mummy boobs - so to maximise our snow chance before heading to England, we thought it sensible to head in entirely the opposite direction and start our journey as far North as we could get to before getting stranded (just in case the snow forecast for the South was entirely mistaken).

Not many flowers but lots of snow!

A somewhat hairy drive up the A9 took us to a lovely weekend with the Edinburgh Hillwalkers in Pitlochry Youth Hostel (both 'Hillwalkers' and 'Youth' being somewhat misnomers these days). And so it was that the supreme being encountered her first proper snow! However, excited as we were by the prospect of introducing Emily to the snow - she seemed to approach the matter with her usual circumspection and lateral contemplation of the matter.

Too much apres ski and she was done for

Not to be deterred by this minor setback, we thought we would up the ante somewhat, and continue our voyage of snow discovery by heading towards some of the wintriest parts of Britain to spend a few days in the Peak District. Now surely more snow should equal more snow enthusiasm but sadly it seemed to only equal more sleeping for our Emily. Still, T and I had a lovely time!

Two puddings and a tart in Bakewell

Wintery heaven

More wintery heaven

First taste of a proper pint

We walked for miles over those 4 days - each time we ventured out we hoped that the supreme being might wake up and give us some sign that she shared our love of the crisp white stuff. Alas, it wasn't to be... Emily slept more soundly with every crunchy step we took. Come the evenings though she was wide awake and happy to share in a film or a bit of evening conversation. She even learnt to suck her thumb!

"Daddy made me eat snow!"

"But who needs snow when I can eat my thumb?"

And so we left the stunning, snowy Peaks behind to head to High Wycombe for my Mum's 80th birthday bash. Our final fear was a waking baby for the long drive ahead. Worried? Was never really in doubt...