I woke up this morning (at 5.50am) very disappointed that there was no sign of the snow the weather report had promised. By the time I walked out the house at about 7.15am, the evidence of the cold night was crusted across my windscreen – and how stubborn that ice was. My little ice scraper wasn’t making a dent in it. I shouldn’t complain. It’s the first time this winter that I have had to scrape my windscreen in the morning!
Of course, now I was late …. The traffic was a nightmare. Enough to put anyone in a bad mood on a Monday morning. En route, they were discussing the fact that statistically today is the Bluest Monday of the year: dark, cold, broke.
It is then that I noticed some settled snow around Stockport. And there is nothing that brightens up my day like a spot of snow!
As I drove closer and closer to Glossop where I am working, it got whiter and whiter. The gloomiest morning of 2007 was becoming the brightest morning of 2007 as far as I was concerned.
The Car park outside Municipal buildings (above), where I work in Glossop, was covered in snow, ice and slush (the latter not being so much fun as your shoes get very wet very quickly)
By this time I drove home this evening the temperature had dropped to 2 degrees C. They’re warning that tonight will feel like -7 C! My electric blanket is staying on all night!
The locals find my interest and intrigue with snow bizarre, but I am easily mesmerised by the falling flakes. I love falling into, or dive even (if I now it is safe) into virgin snow. I might be able to dig out the pictures of my first trip to Norway, Harstad, north of the Arctic Circle to be exact, a few years ago. My friend Kathrine found it strange that I would go missing, only to be found staring out of the window.
In short: snow is cool (if you’d excuse the pun)