Well, it finally snowed properly here in Edinburgh, two months into winter. While the whole of London ground to a halt under a blanket of heavy snow, things weren't quite as dramatical up here.
We woke to a nice covering of snow on the garden outside this morning, and then it started to snow while we were walking to the bus stop. I quickly regretted not wearing my hat this morning - there's nothing quite like snow to give that attractive 'drowned rat' look that goes down so well in the corporate world. Instead, I wrapped my scarf around my head like a demented peasant woman. Oh well, better than getting snowed on.
During the day, it snowed off and on. A snow shower would sweep in, but after half an hour the sunshine would break through the clouds. The pattern repeated throughout the whole day. The best part was that the heating or something in the building across the courtyard was broken, and two blokes were up on the roof fixing it. Every time it started to snow heavily they ran back inside, only to come out again when the coast was clear. It was like some weird dance.
It was very exciting, for an Aussie, and Jill who I set next to found my enthusiasm quite charming. I'm sure she'll get over that if this cold weather continues. She suggested that I open the window to take a photo so I did, but then found I couldn't shut the window again. The snow was a lot less interesting when it was actually inside the building, rather than behind the glass.
Of course, the snow was at its heaviest at five o'clock, knock-off time. I'm someone who likes to walk quite quickly, but had to take little baby steps for fear of slipping over in the mush.
I did manage to get a few photos, though, so enjoy!
Our front door step, with unspoiled snow!
The garden (note the fence for Max that G built)
Photo taken through open window behind my desk at work. Heavy snow!
Snow in Princes Street Gardens. Plus taxi in foreground.
Edinburgh Castle with a nice sprinkling of snow.
2 comments:
Thanks for commenting on my blog, I decided I'd check out this stranger, so here I am. The snow looks lover-ly. I'd never considered what snow would do to hair (although your drowned rat comment makes sense when I think about it), just always thought that people who wear woolly winter hats would end up with hat hair. It's probably easier to deal with hat hair, and you'd not be so likely to die of cold.
So there you go, I've learnt something new today!
Thanks for commenting, Jen!
I wore a hat to work today because it's raining, and ended up with hat hair (of course). But a hairbrush is a quick fix, whereas rained-on hair requires the hand-dryer in the bathrooms...not so much fun.
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