Our snowy white landscape sparkles in the bright sunny day and calls me to the Abbey Fields to take a few photos of the people sledging down the hill. I’ve sledged that hill from when I was knee high to a grasshopper and it is great fun, although I would struggle to get back up a snowy icy hill these days.
The three girls taking a selfie as they screamed with laughter all the way down the hill looked like they were having an amazing time. There were dogs barking and children laughing and the odd more senior person having a brilliant time, along with the sound of the sledges on the crunchy well compacted snow as they flew down the hill at speed.
We are so lucky to have snow like this, especially in December, memories of childhood, refreshed.
How good has this snow been. I mean to say I don’t remember it as deep as this in many a long year. In London I went for three winters without a frost, it was incredible. I am so loving this, Rupert has loved his sprints in the snow and hubby and I have loved the walking in the snow followed by the blissful warmth and glow of a coal fire. Apparently it might get a bit nippy on Tuesday night, predicted minus fifteen, I am not going to love that, I won’t be going out on that ice rink. But in the meantime, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.