The forecast for this morning was for heavy snow, but given that forecast snow usually doesn't translate into actual snow I was still quite surprised when I got up and found that there was an inch or so on the ground and it was still snowing. Sadly, while I had been really excited about the prospect of swimming in the snow, I realised that I really didn't want to drive 11 miles each way in the snow to do it*, and went for a walk instead.



It was very pretty, even if (unsurprisingly) there were an awful lot of people around also enjoying the novelty of the snow, and the canal bridges were already a bit nerve-wracking where the snow had been trodden down. I think I'll be wearing my Yaktrax and taking my trekking poles when I go out tomorrow morning.

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*This is south-east England; roads are gritted, not ploughed, and no-one has winter tyres because we only get more than a few millimetres of snow once every two years, if that, so driving in snow is not really a sensible thing for anyone in an ordinary car to attempt.