I can hardly believe that it’s snowing – here in the South West of England – the sunshine state! Of all places. It hardly ever snows here. We probably get a light smattering, perhaps (if we cross our fingers and wish to the big snowy one in the sky) once a year. But nothing you could really call snow. I mean nothing you could make a snowball out of.
But not today. Today, it’s snowing. Big, big flakes. And it’s sticking. Whoohoo! it’s sticking. Sorry to get all childish about it but, I love snow. As you know, I had attached myself to frost as the next best thing to snow. But now there’s no need.
Of course there are people, who come from the big square state in the middle of America, that would suggest 1.7cm doesn’t count as snowfall. And that English people make a lot of fuss about miniscule amounts of snow and that our gritters don’t slow down enough when passing other cars. Fair enough – who cares. It’s snowing!