Of course, I am much too unorganised to have snapped a picture of this momentous occasion.
It is a bit of a phenomenon where I live, but of course, it’s also a bit of a nuisance. The snow covered my car, soaked through my gloves, and caused random pedestrians to slip off the road. It also took three times as long to get to work, for no apparent reason other than a bit of frozen rain, so perhaps nuisance isn’t a strong enough word.
After all that, though, there is something magical about a blanket of the white stuff. That moment when your path from the front door to your desired location has no footprints in it yet, and you will be the one to take those first crunchy steps to freedom. Snow makes normal activities into adventures.
Apparently this “cold snap” has travelled all the way from Russia to greet us. Why do we always get second hand weather? We get the tail end of hurricanes from the US, warm air wafts up from the Mediterranean, and snow hurries across from the East. Do we ever create our own weather here in Britain? And are there any countries that say: “This rain must have come from the UK.”
The BBC have a few pictures, the third one in the set (of the snowflake) is utterly, ridiculously good.