It's the end of a very pleasant holiday weekend. Our friends, Pat and Jo, arrived from New York State on Friday. I struck up a friendship with Pat at my very first conference in the US, in Ann Arbor in 2005. Two years later we met his lovely wife, Jo, when they came to visit us in Michigan.
The thing about real friendships is that the years just melt away when you meet again. We're probably all a little greyer, and the girls of course are considerably more rambunctious, but it doesn't matter at all: you just pick up where you left off.
Saturday was freezing cold, but Pat and Jo gamely rugged up and followed the crazy kiwis out into the snowy countryside. Stowe was as beautiful as ever.
|Grandma, your favourite bear is dressed up for the season!|
|"Hurry up and take the photograph before we freeze!!!"|
We drove home over the mountain, to our favourite cafe in Bristol for hot chocolate and apple cider. The trees were covered in snow, and we glimpsed frozen rivers and lakes iced over and covered in snow.
In other news from the weekend: we have a new bird in the garden:
|A red bellied woodpecker, I think|
The girls continue to see walks as photo opportunities:
And I acquire a Vermont hat.