Snow

I'm belatedly blogging about the snow. Largely to remind myself about how it looked. It was lovely looking out on Thursday morning to the softness, light and quiet of the gently falling snow. People had trampled the path before me, their footsteps crispy underfoot already. But my garden remained pristine bar a couple of trails of fox and local cats (either the black and white one or the one-eyed tabby).



By the next day the big melt had started (and completed in most places) but in Tottenham where the council hadn't salted the pavements the resulting compacted snow blackened on the side of the road. So it was nice that it was gone by the evening.