Strolled out today and there was this strange noise all around. Funnily it stopped when I stopped walking, there was just an eerie silence all about the place, though on opening my eyes I espy lots of packets of Walkers and Smiths potatoe snacks Oh what are they called? Crisps thats it. Crisps. Thats what the sound was; a broken crisp. White snow that crunches beneath your feet would sound the same I think But I guess I'll never know now as the snow melted several weeks ago and today is full of sunshine and joy is in the air. Quite what she is doing up there is anyones guess.