Is falling somewhere in Britain tonight, but its not in North Wales.
As the train entered Wales the clouds started to clear, and as we ran along the edge of the North Wales Coast sunlight was sparkling off the still sea and the distant wind farm.
By the time I got to Holyhead this had turned to haze rather than full sun, but it was still better than had been predicted.
Of course, I know I am just being lulled into a false sense of security and by tomorrow evening will be suffering from acute trench-foot.
However, this evening, with the blue sea lapping gently on the beach, the sun setting behind Holyhead mountain and the light breeze rustling the ropes on the masts of the sailing boats in the Marina it was easy to forget that less than a week ago it took me more than 10 times the normal length of time to commute into work because of the snow.
And then I was woken out of the relaxing picture of the sun, sea and light breeze by the sound of a jet fighter roaring overhead as it headed back into RAF Valley on the edge of Anglesey.