One minute it was bright sunshine, the next minute it was snow. Not just a few flaky bits of snow, proper snow, the type we rarely see in these Climactically Warming Times. So we did what all sensible people do in the snow - put on our jackets, grabbed the camera and slipped and slid our way down to the seafront for a cuppa. .
We often go to the Wish Tower Tea Room on the seafront for a Sunday morning warmer; it's a bit tatty and is aimed at the more aged market, but they do a reasonable cup of coffee and sell some spendid cakes covered in marzipan. And there is a great view of the beach from the rather faded sunroom. The view on this occasion was somewhat whiter than normal, with snow covering everything, including the beach down to the water's edge and the tops of the groynes. I've lived in Eastbourne for all of my 32 years and I've never seen snow like it.
Squeaky Cat had a great deal of fun negotiating the fence outside the kitchen; the kittens popped their heads outside, trod on the snow, growled at it and then ran back indoors ! So cute ! Monica decided that the best place for a kitten in the snow is safely stowed in the cat bed, on top of the oven. Our Dowager Duchess cat Bubble, who is far too grand for these childish carries-on, slept peacefully through all the excitement.
The snow didn't last long, but lasted long enough for me to get a couple of pictures of our plants laden with snow.
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