Winterwonderland

Previous post on here will have let slip that when it comes to snow I regress to a form of childhood excitement. This was slightly tempered by the thought it could have stopped me getting home for Christmas, but it soon returned.

One reason I get excited is that I have memeories of 1982/83 when we had a couple of episodes of really heavy snow, snow so heavy that it meant school was closed for a week, and that getting to town meant a long walk, , and hitching lifts with passing tractors.

So it was with great glee that when turning into the drive at home I was greeted with a huge white out. Not exactly the blizzard that struck New York over Christmas, but enough to stick and freeze and make roads treacherous, on foot and in the car.

Every morning I'd wake up and squeal with excitement that it was still there, the white covering of cotton wool covering the landscape.

I'm hoping that we will get some more in the early part of 2011.