'Imagination will take you everywhere'
Just as the British population were getting back into the mundane routine of daily life after the escapism of Christmas; disaster strikes. A disaster in the form of white powder falling from the heavens. Snow. It always happens at this time of year, I’ve learnt not to wish for a white christmas; instead Mother Nature postpones it until January (a late christmas present). It’s like Marmite; some love it, some loathe it. I think it’s a good excuse for a day off.
At first the snow exudes a magical atmosphere; the flurry of snowflakes fills children with excitement and blankets the landscape in a dusting of white, shining with purity. It’s incredible how much the snow changes the landscape. The countryside surrounding my village almost looks like the fantasy world of Narnia, minus the lion. I love the crunch of snow as my wellies sink into the dense layers of whiteness. I feel like David Attenborough scouring the Antarctic for polar bears whenever I venture outdoors. It’s not only children who brim with joy when there is the slightest sniff of snow; our black labrador loves to pounce on the stuff, although it does make her sneeze.
But very rapidly the delicate flurries escalate into icy blizzards, the dusting turns into deep depths and the crunch melts to muddy slush. This is when we wish it would disappear as fast as it appeared. Today there are areas of Britain which will receive 30cm of snow – mainly in Wales (lucky them), who have been put on a rare Met Office red alert for severe disruption. Elsewhere there have been countless travel disruptions, furthermore once the snow freezes overnight the roads will be lethal.
How can something which began as an innocent flurry cause so much chaos? I say enjoy it while you can – I know it’s annoying, but it only occurs once every year and is a nice change from the constant rainfall which normally blesses our country in January.