It is freezing cold and turns to a mushy slush in no time but it brings out the child in most of us - even if only for a while.
Waking up to a blanket of snow on the weekend can only mean one thing... The whole house up and dressed early, waiting to go out to play - and on a Sunday we are usually lucky if they have all surfaced before tea-time!
The wellies boots had their first proper outing of this winter; the dogs were kitted out with Vaseline in between their pads to stop the snow clumping together and causing sores; and the hats and gloves that 'Grandma' knitted for everyone at Christmas were a welcome present this year. After a frollick around the local fields, where half the village had turned out to make snowmen, we headed home - cold, wet and hungry.
And what better to warm us up and fill our bellies than a bowl of home-made chicken soup.