As Siberian winds swept across Europe, we anticipated a proper winter. And the big chill finally came as Hampstead Heath pond froze on top. I threw pebbles to make sure and they bounced. Yup, frozen ponds fascinate!
Like my Daniel Boone hat?
There was talk about snow that was expected on Saturday night. I was skeptical but by the evening, grey clouds gathered and I got an excited call from a friend telling me to go outside.
I burst outdoors and indeed, dusty snow was falling and the ground was white. The council was hand scattering salt and grit on the footpaths. People walked hurriedly to get to their homes.
This is what London winters should be all about. The blanket of whiteness has a cleansing effect on this city.
By 10pm, ground cover was easily 3 inches. Cars travelled at a snail's pace and there was little traffic. The only ruckus was caused by snowball fights on the streets.
The snow crunched delightfully when walked upon. I wanted to stamp my boots wherever it was untouched.
On my stroll, an older lady opened her window on the top floor of a building. She pointed to the street and said: "Snow!"
"Sure is!" I replied cheerily and clumped away in the snow that she'd proclaimed.
At 1 am I snuck out in my bathrobe, PJs and puffy jacket to take more photos. I did'nt think there would be anyone around but at my front door was a girl holding a giant snowball, poised for a fight. If I had my gloves on, I would have contended!
This is the real winter wonderland.
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