Long time readers of this blog (what, you’re still here ?!) may remember my eternal fascination with snow, and my eternal lament that it never seems to snow where *I* am.
Thus yet again, despite the fact that the rest of the country has been sent into panic mode and transport chaos, my little patch of North Wales has only received a very light dusting of less than one inch, at least according to my car. It’s not even enough to make a snowball, let alone a snowman or go sleighing. But this is enough to have closed some primary schools in the area, and to have earnt a blog post from Rhys.
The annoying thing is that around this time last year, there was a huge blanket of snow in the area – enough for the kids to go sleighing. Where was I? In South Wales, which was snow-free. And now that I’ve moved to where the snow is, Cardiff is covered in snow and up here, we’re not. Although when I was sent to Aberdeen a couple of weeks ago, it had just recovered from a small dusting of snow – which made for some most excellent pictures from the air. Shame they’re currently trapped on my phone.
The thing is, I love the snow because it makes everything look clean and pristine. Which is rather redundant in North Wales, because everything is clean and pristine anyway. So I’d much rather be in London when it’s snowing, just so I can see it clean for once. Ah well, maybe next time. Got any pics of London in the snow?
While I’m wishing on the snow gods, I’d like to drive in the snow – just once. So I can understand why everyone’s so scared of driving in it.
PS: Apologies for repeating the headline multiple times. It’s just too good a headline to waste!