Awww...why are some folks miserable about the snow?

My lovely teenage daughter was determined to walked nearly 14 miles round our local reservoir yesterday. And, in a crazy moment, I agreed to accompany her, thinking 'beautiful scenery, and rare snow on a day off work...what more could a person want?!

I forgot about the mile there and the mile back, and it was well after dark before we made our way back home. We ached all over, and were starving (the cafe that we intended to eat at was closed by the time we trudged our way round 11 miles in over a foot -in places - of snow) and all we had were the few supplies she had remembered to take (I, unfortunately, had forgotten my goody bag :-S )

We had to sing songs and make up silly games for the last few miles, but we did it. We got all the way around and back. 16 miles. Even though we hadn't taken into account the steep, slippery icy roads we'd have to walk up, nor the boggy areas hidden under more than half a foot of snow, nor had we taken a torch (thinking we'd be back in plenty of time) we achieved a great feeling of satisfaction and enjoyed a beautiful walk!