I won't deny that I love a good snow day.
Just the sound alone of the fresh snow crunching under your feet is enough to get me wrapped up in several dozens of layers and heading out the to biggest patch of grass you can find.
Thermal pants - check.
Extra woolly socks - check.
Headbands and mittens - check.
We found Clapham Common like this on Sunday morning.
And this was our creation. So buff - an absolute inspiration for our exercise regime!
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