It's Coooold en Suisse on Thanksgiving.

When we left for Rome it was cool- a few layers were needed in the early morning, maybe gloves for the boys. When we came back things were considerably different. It's been below zero every night and there's a baltic wind blowing through all the nukes and crannies. Our routine has turned into stepping out in the afternoon for a brief run down to the lake or up to the 'up park' then home to revive cold extremities. That Toby won't wear his gloves outside and then complains bitterly about 'hurt hands'.... When we return the boys run around giddy behaving like they've survived a trek through the Tundra.
It's supposed to start snowing tomorow. Every morning Allie asks if it's snowed yet, followed by 'Has Father Christmas come yet?'

I hope our American family are enjoying Thanksgiving. We wish we were there.

On a walk last weekend in the wilderness at the top of St-B


All the fountains that have water left in them are starting to ice over. Also taken on our walk last weekend.