The uniform terraced houses and gardens have been covered in blankets of soft
snow. Wisps of smoke curl out of the chimneys into the lilac sky. A red pillar box
glows smartly on the pavement defying the cold, whilst at the kerb the white roof
of the orange camper van has received an additional coat of white. Along the
pavement, past the bleak grey windowed houses, four figures scurry, their footsteps
spotting the pavement. In the lead runs a small terrier, his nose following an
unidentifiable scent. Behind him, marching swiftly come a little boy in a thick green
jumper, the man of snow clutching the little girl in purple’s hand and, trailing from her
hand, a rag doll, freezing without it’s thick winter jumper. What would the people in
the houses say if they saw this procession?