I bloody love the snow. If you know me in real life, you’ll know that as soon as the forecast has the merest hint of snow in it, I go into Snow Watch mode – standing staring at the sky, willing it to start snowing. I am unashamedly child-like when it comes to the white stuff. I will even go to bed and sleep with the blinds up so I can keep an eye on things overnight. Waking up to a blanket of snow is truly wondrous, no matter what age you are.
We’ve had a snowy few days at home. Ever since we moved to this area, people have said, “Oh, Shotts? Yes, you’ll get loads of snow up there…”. I hadn’t been aware of it before, but we’re pretty high up and the road to our house is fairly exposed, across some moorland where even the sheep look cold. Yesterday, Lee posted this picture of our garden to Facebook…
Dreamy! Unfortunately, I was at work so I was pretty dismayed not to be at home frolicking in it! He then posted this one, later on:
Ahhh, so picturesque! I drove home after midnight and was a bit disappointed to note that the roads were all clear – until I got to the road across the moorland and I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face and had to drive at 20mph the whole way. Max was waiting for me when I got home so we could have a bit of a snowball fight in the garden before bedtime – he LOVES the snow, even more than me, maybe!
This morning, it’s turned to slush and it’s all disappearing again, but we have more snow forecast. So I will be on Snow Watch again, waiting for the sky to turn grey and the light to do that magic thing it does and the first flakes to start drifting down.
Here’s a video from out the front of our house the other day, where the snowflakes were the size of Pringles. Swoon.