Reggie the ginger tabby streaks across the snow and under the hedge in front of us. "Was that a fox?" Jake asks.
A black and white cat treads carefully through belly high snow on the garden wall. The snow is so white, the cat's white patches turn a pale yellow, the colour polar bears are against arctic snow.
At the base of a silver birch, and a few yards further along, outside someone's house, mounds of pristine white snow streaked with streams of bright yellow.
As I shape a couple of snow ears with my fingers, Reggie the cat comes over to take a look at my handiwork.