On Saturday I though we'd escaped - the ground was hardly covered, and most of it seemed to have gathered on the fence struts.
Then overnight it started to fall in earnest
and these were the gardens views on Sunday morning, with snow clinging where ever it could.
At some point though, the temperature must have risen slightly, as the south-facing patios door had a fine range of icicles with even a small one on the door handle!
But while the outside world suffered with plants covered and flattened by snow, inside it remained Spring, with mini daffodils flowering happily.