We are being bombarded by the media of pictures of a snowbound Britain. Schools have been closed and joyful children have spent all yesterday playing in the snow. Airports & roads have been shut and as usual Britain has slowly ground to a halt over a few inches of snow. Bah! How sad am I? How painful is each snowy, perfect picture to me? "Why, do we live by the sea?" I wailed for most of yesterday.
Above is the lovely view (yes, I am grateful really for views like this..) from the village of Stoke Gabriel taken by Anth on one of his bike rides. But I do think it would look nicer covered in snow just once! Pleease!
How bleak it all looks with bare trees. It is very cold which is good. I was talking to friends this week about how I prefer the whole 'trying to keep warm' thing as opposed to the 'trying to cool down' thing. I like the rituals of keeping warm like collecting logs & kindling for the fire, hot water bottles, layers of clothes, cups of tea, shutting out the cold etc. My ambition, which you might already know, is to be snowed in! So exciting, though I would want enough supplies of food/logs etc! Cheating I suppose!
Alfie shares my love of the fire...even crochet blankets! And that is what I'm off to do now. It's pouring with rain & I have no car; but I do have a fire, 2 episodes of Midsommer Murders, an unfinished crochet blanket, some podcasts to listen to and a plentiful supply of tea! Bliss..care to join me?