I haven't seen real snow like this in a long time; snow that falls day after day, not just in one afternoon.
There's something eerie about the way it transforms the landscape; a sort of forced uniformity everywhere; with few cars on the road, a certain tranquility descends on the neighbourhood, punctuated by the excitable laughter of children and the scrapes of a shovel on a drive. As the days wear on, the snow feels like an icy straitjacket; isolating us from normal life; blinding us with constant white light.
Of course, snow brings with it the opportunity to build a snowman. Not to be outdone, Michelle rolled her ball the length of the street, narrowly avoiding disc-slippage in the process; I finished it off with a cheeky little face.
Within a few days 'snowy' was a soggy mess, but we were able to venture out and see beyond the white wilderness. Okay, so it's Bletchley, not Bergen, but it's interesting to see life grind to a halt due to a little of the white stuff.
