It’s snowed overnight but the day is now warming up and the sunlight streaming in through the kitchen window can be quite dazzling. Outside the snow is already starting to melt and we hear loud drips on the conservatory roof as meltwater drops off the sycamore tree above.
The pavements are still dangerous to walk on although not too bad if you walk on the fresh snow to the side. We are entering the dirty period of winter. The ugly brown payback for the beautiful pristine whiteness that we have recently enjoyed.
It’s not very often we get the right kind of snow in this country. You know the sort, penny sized falling deep settling crystals grinding everything to a halt for days and the schools all close and kids celebrate and go out to play snowballs and sledging and come home cold, wet and exhausted to consume gallons of hot chocolate with buttery crumpets huddled around the open fire.