The White Wizard had so much fun in December watching all the events triggered by his magic that he decided to do it again in January. But this time it all happened in our little village, Sway, a lovely place in New Forest. And we stayed close to follow the sparkling wand.
The magic started one afternoon before Christmas, in a place called Basingstoke, the town where I work. Unable to get home from work due to snow, ice, a bus blocking the road, lots of panicked and frustrated drivers etc, my Knight decided to come to my rescue. The result: Mr Snowy White was born, followed by a proper snowball fight around 9.30 PM.
