Here to stay...

Usually, I'm the girl happily making snow angels while everyone else gets stuck into a rather viscous snowball fight. This year, for some unknown reason, I have been voluntarily joining in with such activities. For the first time, I have been sledging, snowballing and generally being, dare I say it, downright silly.

There is something about the snow which has caused adults around the country to revert to the childhood ways, which can now be found on every street in Britain. Suddenly, it is not uncommon to see big, burly men throwing themselves done a hill on a small sheet of plastic. Women will happily risk their perfectly styled hair in order to join in with the snowball fights that are a common feature.

School's are shut and many students,myself included, relish the idea of that extra hour in bed. For the first time in over 100 years, my school was forced to close the school - a cause of celebration for all of us who have been made to attend lessons while their friends get the chance to skive.

The only problem is that for the more uncoordinated amongst us, the ice is a source of continuous embarrassment. The only solution I have been able to find is to cling to the arm of the nearest person and hope for the best. With the cold weather set to stay for a good while longer, I'm sure I'll find it is not as effective as I first thought. Until the temperatures rise above freezing, I guess I will have to hope that I don't get too many more injuries!

Rain and Roller Coasters

A week on a cabbage farm sure sounds like fun doesn't it? I expected rainy days, little company and the ever present smell of farming. So you can imagine my surprise when I did actually enjoy my time in Lincolnshire.

Not only was I off school for a week, which is in itself a cause for celebration, but I got to spend it with my friend and I had 'forgotten' about the rather substantial amount of homework I had to work through.

Although we did manage to drag ourselves out of the cottage we had rented for the occasional trip out, I have to admit that most of the time we could be found in the hot tub, which we had affectionately named Gandalf, looking every bit the sophisticated hotshot. (Ok that last bit may be a slight exaggeration).

The highlight of the week had to be our trip to Skegness. Ignoring the long sandy beaches or town centre, we dived into the pleasure beach not leaving until our stomachs were churning - an unfortunate after effect of the sheer number of rides we had been on and rather large lunch we had devoured

In short, if anyone every offers you the opportunity to spend a week on a cabbage farm in Lincolnshire, I suggest you take it. Just be sure you remember to not eat before visiting Skegness Pleasure Beach.