After my experience of last year (being snowed in with no heat or hot water and completely unprepared) frankly I was not...overjoyed to see the first powdery flakes filtering down and settling last night. But when the sun came up this morning and I saw we only had a light dusting I had to admit that it was all rather pretty. So I headed out for my normal early morning constitutional with Finn and took my camera along to share the view with you guys.
Grab a cup of hot chocolate (or coffee or tea - whatever's your beverage of choice on snowy mornings) and come along with me on my Tour of the Snowpocalypse.
|I tried to capture the diamond glints of the rising sun on the reeds, but ten snaps later, no dice. Some things are for real eyes only.|
|"Does my bum look big in this?"|
|The sun rising - probably my favourite part of the day.|
|The mating pair of swans on the river. Last year they produced no less than eight signets - the river was a bit full for a while!|
|Finn doesn't actually have a fuzzy beard. That's snow.|
|The way home...|
Finn looks rather fetching in his new coat, don't you agree? He loves snow - he likes to shove his nose into it, break into a run and plough through it, occasionally whipping his snout up to create a miniature blizzard and snap the flakes out of the air. How could anyone hate snow after seeing that? So OK, I'm back on board the snow train. But only if it stays light and powdery. Any signs of heavy fall and I'll turn into a miserable Snow-Scrooge again, and that's fair warning (do you hear me, snow fairy?).