Glass Half Empty

So, two snowball fights later, I return. The world has gone white, with the roads kind of grey: we've got between four and six inches of snow banked up on all surfaces and a fair number of inclines, but the ground is surprisingly non-treacherous. That said, I did discover that it's possible to "skate" on said hard-packed snow and slush in army boots (6ft+ sliding strides are fun) while I was on the prom.

Given the opportunity to throw snowballs at my labmates, who wouldn't attend, at least for a bit? By the time I got there, they'd built a snowman, with seaweed hair and everything. Still, we threw snowballs for a bit, wore snow-hats (no really, it was that light and fluffy that it would stay put), then wandered back toward the town. On the way, we came across the Brighton University Ski and Snowboard Club, of whom photos are by now surely on the web. They basically packed snow on to one of the staircases 'twixt promenade and beach, built up a jump at the bottom of it, and snowboarded down the stairs, pulling little tricks in what airtime they could get to entertain the gathering crowd. Very awesome to watch.

After all that, I met spook in Red Roaster for a coffee (seriously busy today, of course), then caught a lift home with him, getting into an impromptu snowball fight with the local youth. I still maintain they started it, even if they seem to think otherwise :D

The glass: half full of snow, and slightly damp