Fast forward about 30 years and I sat looking outside after lunch last Saturday, turned to my husband and shared my dream. "Do you think I could do it?" I asked. "No there's not enough snow" was his reply. It had snowed a lot. I saw his reply as a challenge. I decided to go and make my dream come true.
Armed with an ikea step stool and a carving knife I went out into the garden to start my igloo building adventure.
I worked hard. And then I might have got a bit distracted.
And then I had to make a snowman. As you can see my heart wasn't in it. I had an igloo on my mind.
Daylight was against us, so we went inside, keen to prove Daddy wrong the next day.
Sunday morning, I got distracted again
Then after lunch big man and I got to finishing our snow den.
I decided that it wasn't worth making a small hole. Mainly, because I am a bit claustrophobic and didn't want to freak out inside my creation.
Secondly, I have a middle man!
So here is our finished igloo (or ice cave might be a better description)
So I had a dream. After the best part of 6 hours I realised that dream. Was it worth it? Probably not. Was big man happy with it - yes - so maybe it was worth it.
So what have I learnt from this adventure? 1. Blue Peter, glamorised the act of igloo making. 2. Igloo making isn't as easy as you would think 3.If for some reason our family gets stranded in a snowy area - I can make a shelter for us in a day (providing I carry an ikea step stool and carving knife with me at all times.) Would I recommend you to have a go? No. Will I do it again? "We can make one every year!" said big man - I guess that means yes.