London Parks, Playing in the Snow

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”.

Sarah and I in the snow

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”.

London Parks, Bushy

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.

Deer in the snow London Parks

Elk in the snow

CLose up of Doe in the Snow

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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0 thoughts on “London Parks, Playing in the Snow”

  1. I agree, when its cold and not snowing, its just annoying. If its going to be freezing, it may as well go all out and drop a bucket load of snow with it.

    1. Thanks for reading John, sure you would have seen a fair bit of snow over there in Canada. Would love to head over there one day and do the obligatory snow board sessions.

  2. Hi Ty beautiful photos. What a welcome for Sarah after the stress of getting her on board for London.

    Have a great time together.

  3. Reunited and it feels so goooood….

    So fun. What is it about snow? Some of the transplants to our area who come from much snowier areas make fun of Portlanders for freaking out over the snow. A) when driving, that’s totally warranted, but B) don’t criticize the fact that we can’t make it into work but we can make it to bars and coffee shops…THAT’S PART OF THE FUN! Glad the snow hit AFTER she got there.

    1. Lol, it is good to have her back, apparently they cancelled a hundred flights a few hours after she arrived, that’s good timing…

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