After last night’s torrential snowfall, Mrs Raboff and I were both eager to feel the soft snow under our boots and hear that deeply satisfying crunch as we walked along the coastline this morning.

There’s something grounding about that sound – like the world briefly agreeing to slow down and behave itself. The sea was steel-grey, the sky the same, but the powdery layer of white along the path made everything feel brighter and lighter. Kinder, even. The wind seemed to hold back a little too – as if it didn’t want to ruin the moment.

The snow won’t last long – it never does down here in the south – but while here, it certainly brightens our otherwise grey winter in a way that feels almost ceremonial. A short-lived upgrade to the everyday.

We didn’t say much during our walk. We didn’t have to. This morning’s snow walk felt perfectly subtitled.