"At half past three we go home to tea"..

..."or maybe at quarter to four. 

And ten pairs of feet go running down the street

-and in at their own front door.

 

And it's rough and tumble, battle and noise

-mothers and fathers, girls and boys.

 

Baby in the carry-cot, sleeps by the fire

-there's a little bit of worrying, but much more LOVE!"

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Yes, that traditional English rhyme must have been on my mind as I fled school the other day, with the sunshine still out, BEAMING on the snow, and promising Easter.  If afternoons were able, I think the afternoon was actually shouting at me to get outdoors; since it was like physical pain to sit on my butt inside and mark student papers, I did what I was told here.

Snowshoeing til dusk.  Plugging slowly upwards, in powder heaven in the woods right back from where I live.  Seeing Tromsø light up like a Christmas scene: that was pretty pretty!

Yep, sometimes you just have to get out of the school: and the great thing about 'half past three' here is we don't say that here: Norwegians use the expression 'half-three', and that 'half three' is critically actually 2.30pm here ;) hurrah!