Within 48 hours of arriving in the UK we were treated to the first snowfall of winter. We awoke on Friday to 3 centimetres of snow on the ground with more falling throughout the morning.
The backyard of our friend’s home was turned into a white blanket and the trees around the edge of the garden started to droop under the weight of snow on their branches. Poppie and Daisy didn’t know what to make of it but soon discovered that snow is really cold – particularly on little paws – and spent the morning watching the snow fall with no real inclination to go out and explore. By mid morning Poppie’s adventurous nature got the better of her and she did a quick swing around the garden. It confirmed her earlier opinion about snow being cold and wet, and she retired to the bed for the rest of the day.
With no wind to speak of the snow drifted slowly to earth. It was enchanting. Apparently it has also led to British bookmakers slashing their odds of a white Christmas. Bring it on we say.
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- Trees and the back garden at Firsdene
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- Frozen Megane
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- Snowy berries
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- Snowy backyard from the lounge
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- Firsdene after the first snow of winter
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- Poppie decides snow is cold and wet
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- Poppie meets snow
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- The view from our bedroom window
toscanakiwi 
No snow, but a southerlie blast has got it down to 11 in Wellington today. Hardly the sort of stuff we expect a week before Christmas.
Ah, the old southerly blast. You’re comment has just made me think that wind is the one thing missing (so far) from an English winter. Its absence makes the freezing temperatures almost bearable.
Anyway I’m sure things will pick up before the end of the week. Merry Christmas Granty and have a great 2012.
Cheers G