As I headed for the kettle I looked out of the window and saw it was snowing. Huge flakes of snow, known in our family as “Quavers”. I rushed for my phone and jacket and ran out of the door, hoping to catch this on film at the A9.
As those who know me know, I am not exactly a running person but run I did, down to the A9. It was excruciating as each step I took I could hear the snow getting heavier and wetter. Was it even going to be snow by the time I got there?
It almost was and it almost wasn’t, this is what it looked like when I got to the side of the road.