Cold weather without snow is shit, cold weather with snow is like living in a winter wonderland, it’s so puuurdy. The promised deluge finally happened in London, and about a foot of snow covered the dirty old streets, dirty old houses, and dirty old people.
Sarah arrived yesterday, and about 5 minutes later the snow reached settling levels, and then carried on, and on, and on. Quite the welcome for her first return to the continent in about 4 years. Despite her obvious jet lag, we made our way to a “traditional” English builders Cafe, and chugged down a hearty breakfast of eggs, beans, bacon and fried bread. The patrons supplied an authentic British ambiance, with builders hollering “over ere’ Darlin'”, and mothers threatening small children with a “clip ’round the ear ‘ole”.
Post breakfast it was mums house for a shower, bag drop, and brief sit down before making our way out into the falling snow and its fluffly results. It would be a shame to waste the first real snow fall of the year, so we decided to head to the local park and frolic in the powdery goodness for awhile. We jumped into the car and drove out to Bushy Park, one of many London Parks, and previously the kings hunting grounds, it now plays home to a herd of deer, and in less snowy times, herds of joggers.
Few people had braved the weather, and as such we found ourselves wandering through the trees, and hunting down the large herd of deer without any stealth whatsoever. The snow was almost footprint free, and in the denser parts of the park, one felt as if one was stalking dinner in the Russian “outback”.
I am not so brave when it comes to playing in the snow, and although I’ll throw a snowball or two,the extent of my wildlife experience reaches to taking my mittens off and snapping a few pics of the frolicking meat factories. Also for any future snowy adventurists, don’t wear running trainers with breathing holes when walking in the snow. They are surprisingly ineffective against calf deep snow.
Still, it was great wandering across the extent of the park, watching the swans walk across frozen lakes, the Elk butting antlers to show off to the ladies, and the dogs sniffing at other dog’s frozen poopsicles.
London comes to life when the white stuff falls, nowhere more so than in its many parks. It is easy to forget that your surrounded by eight million people while stomping through snow, surrounded by trees, swans and Santa’s sleigh team. I could not have planned a more befitting welcome for Sarah than the one which so very nicely fell into place for us.
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