I don’t think there’s a half-way house when it comes to snow in the garden. You either love it, or you loathe it. I’m definitely in the love camp! It brings out my inner child – but honestly, that’s never far away! It’s especially magical when you wake up to it. You know it’s snowed the second you wake up, as the bedroom’s so much brighter, and there’s that strange eerie silence. I’m transported back in time to Christmas morning. I’m five years old, and just discovered that Father Christmas has been! I jump out of bed (not my normal style), and whip up the blind! Next I root out…