Woke up this morning and found the garden covered with snow.
Sorry, for those of who really have snow, I mean I woke up to see a dusting of snow in the garden,
Fudge, whose ancestors hail from the Newfoundland coast, was most unimpressed and wondered why I was taking photos and not throwing balls for him.
It melted very quickly as the sun came out, although it's still cold by Irish standards.