Snow in Vancouver

Last night the air was so sharp you could cut your teeth on it. It smells of snow said Claire.

This morning we crawl from the darkness to see snow falling hard and thick on the lawns and conifers outside. The road is blanketed. Few cars. Venturing out seems superfluous. And still, white flakes fall relentlessly.

Next week we have to drive south - conflicting advice. Some say no problem, others that we should travel another way. Not easy to decide when one doesn't know the terrain and there are 750 miles to cover.