Sledding down at the old shooting range. The Swiss have these all over the place, so I always find myself looking about furtively, hoping that I'm not smack in the line of fire, which would not be unlike me!
The Russian and our sweet strawberry darling...
...take to the slopes!
We walked home in a cluster as the evening grew dark, snow freeze on our local daily read and Christmas Town glowing in quaint splendour.
The Abominable Snow Man would make this picture so much more complete!