Woke up this morning to heavy drizzle and thick, thick clouds over the whole of Bergen. Visibility was minimal and the street lights glowed dull orange in the murk. We made breakfast and checked e-mails for an hour as the clouds lifted and the sun began to burn through. Then I heard M squeal with delight from the study (insert joke here). "Joe! Snow!". I ran over to the patio doors that leads to our balcony and the sky had cleared completely revealing snow on top of the hills over the other side of the city. I craned my neck around to get a view of Ulriken, almost behind us, and was greeted with the sight of snow down to about 400m. I grabbed the camera, walked onto the balcony and fired off a couple of photos. We were going to go into the town for lunch to celebrate my birthday tomorrow but instead we're heading up the mountain to play in the snow. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!