So, the long anticipated English winter finally arrived this week. On Tuesday, we experienced our first sub-zero temperatures and although we had some stunning blue skies this week, it was really cold! Despite the cold, I was absolutely, 100% convinced that it was not going to snow. Call it denial but I honestly thought that the snow wouldn’t fall in my little corner of south east England.
I was wrong. It began snowing at about 9pm last night and must have snowed through the night because we woke up to a winter wonderland this morning.
Actually, that is not strictly true. I woke up to the sounds of my neighbour shovelling snow from his driveway. Now I have never heard that in my life before! The snow isn’t usually bad enough for that in England but I expect that his wife had struggled to leave for work this morning. Anyway, it was weird.
The next thing I heard was Stephen having an earnest conversation with our cat. “No really, you don’t want to go outside… I told you you didn’t want to go outside!”
Later on in the morning my neighbours came out to play on their snowboards. It was so cute as all I could hear was “Squeal! Giggle, giggle, giggle”.
I have no doubt that the snow is going to be less of a novelty or source of amusement tomorrow when I don my cow-print wellies and walk to the rail station in the snow, but it was pretty cool today.