Forgive me, but I just couldn’t help posting a photo of this beautiful white stuff – something of a rarity in England – which has blanketed much of the country in the space of just a few hours. This is currently the view from my study as I look to the foot of the garden.
My feelings toward snow have somewhat changed over the years. When I was a boy, just the sight of this stuff fuelled a fire of excitement and joy as my palms and nose pressed against the window. Building fat snowmen would follow, as would launching a number of icy missiles into the faces of kin and friends – though I probably received more than I landed! Continue reading