Today is Independance day in Estonia. i was reliably informed in the pub last night that this means a bunch of camoflagued lorries drive into the main square (in countries that are big enough to have an army this is called a 'military parade'. And a few Russians get sent to Siberia. So Estonia is 92 years old. About the same age as i'll be when i finally grow up and get married.
Anyway here are some photos of the snow, snow sculptures, and of Lily freezing to death.
