Before the snow melted, I took a walk around the back of my house to see the snowy scenery. It was a bit of a grey dull Sunday afternoon, but the snow looked lovely:
I walked through woodlands, and reached a gate:
where I could see the partly frozen and flooded Leader Water still flowing through the field.
I was just about to turn back for home, when I heard some familiar squeaking behind me. I looked around, and there were all of the Felty Folk on a nearby snowy bank:
“Hi all of you,” I exclaimed, pleased to see them, “what are you doing out in the snow, you don’t usually like to come out in it?”
“Hi,” they all replied. Neeva came nearer and explained,
“Well, the snow is nearly melted in parts, and it wasn’t too difficult to get about, so we thought we would come out and see some daylight.”
“I had the same idea,” I said. “How come Diggly and Neeva are here too? I thought they lived further South now.
“We came up for a visit,” Diggly said.
“Then it snowed, and we got stuck here, as it was too difficult to travel in the snow,” Oosie continued.
“So they’ve been staying with me ever since,” said Neeva, smiling.
I was still chatting with Neeva when I noticed Oosie make a snowball:
and aim it at Neeva:
“Look out!” I cried. But it was too late:
“Two can play at that game!” she yelled, and hurled a snowball at Oosie:
A playful snowball fight ensued among the younger Felty Folk, with the Gillie Dhu, Dod and I laughing at their antics.
Eventually they were all snowed out and a bit soggy:
“That looked like fun,” I said to them, “I think you’d better get home and dry off.”
They laughed and we all headed off up the track together.