Skye woke early, it was still dark outside. She crept out of bed and over to the window, drew back the curtain and gasped. The snow had fallen steadily all night long, transforming the garden into a magical new world to explore:
As soon as she stepped outside she sank knee deep into the thick soft snow that was still falling from the sky. Grandad was talking about six inches of snow already and more to come. She wondered if six inches was enough to make a snowman.
She followed her Mummy down to the main road. It was white and silent like everything else around them. Mummy sighed and said to Skye, " I don't think we're going to be able to go anywhere today."
Skye didn't understand. Weren't they already somewhere?
The best thing to do, Skye decided, would be to make a snow angel. Mummy watched her play from inside the house and hoped that the snow would stop soon.
Weather forecast: "Severe weather warning...more snow to come..."