Well, they said we might get a bit of snow . . . they say that, don’t they? After the whole 1987 hurricane in Kent fiasco, they always hedge their bets. There might be snow. There’s a chance of rain. There could be gusty winds. There’s a possibility of snow.
Well, snow we have. And lots of it. Which is working well for me, actually, because the novel I’m writing at the moment is snowbound and rather than have to turn inwards and go to what my wife calls Danworld, I can just look out of the window and get all the inspiration I need. It’s beautiful. The fresh white fall.
Here’s a few pics I’ve just snapped in the garden if you’re interested. If you’re not, well, look away now.
Incidentally, I was in Kent in 1987 when the hurricane struck and I can remember lying in bed listening to the tiles being lifted from the roof of my boarding house. The following morning we had to go to breakfast in shifts because half of the school dining hall was unusable. I seem to remember that a tree had fallen through it, but I could be wrong. If any of my old school friends are reading this, I’m sure they’ll confirm or refute.
- Britain’s worst November freeze for 17 years is on its way! (dailymail.co.uk)
- Snow hits Scotland and north-east (guardian.co.uk)