After recharging our batteries in the green of Devon, we returned to London fighting fit and ready to take on 2013. It was short lived as London was a whitewash with snow and so we crawled back, uncomplaining, in to hibernation mode!
Snow is great when you don’t have to be anywhere, however, when you need to get around, London transport goes predictably AWOL. Although you might manage to get where you need to go, there’s always that niggling question as to whether you’ll ever get back! Central London turns pretty slushy in this weather but where we are we can almost believe we’re waking up to tackle a day on the slopes.
Greenwich Park is hard to beat in the snow…well it’s hard to beat in any weather actually. It was like stepping into Narnia and wondering whether those really were Mr Tumnus’s footprints we were following up the snowy path!
Our friend and actress Tanya braved the elements and trekked over for a catch up over a cuppa. And, later that evening, we in turn flew the flag of the fearless and ventured over to Battersea for dinner with friends.
J decided his special ‘heat-holding’ socks didn’t work if they were over another pair. So, on a hunch, drastic action had to be taken!
And it worked! Those that want to venture into the snow, remember thick socks first! But how to keep your ears warm?
Crunching back home at night through the snow was magical. There’s an air of peace as people swap the roads for their beds and a calm reflected light from the snow, guides you home.
Back home to the fire, bowls of coffee and toasted crumpets slathered in butter and marmite (if you haven’t tried them with marmite, then you must!).