February already. And the first real snows of the winter have arrived. February is our coldest month, thankfully also our shortest. 28 days to March and the arrival of spring. Often however snow in February comes hard against a mild winter. Within the pages of the Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady by Edith Holden, in 1906 she wrote...
" February 9th. - Snow-storm in the night, this morning we looked out on a white landscape, this is the first deep snow we have had this winter...."
And so it was this morning as I woke. From it's humble beginnings, the snow storm of January 31st had deposited a fair old dusting along the Somerset coast. Usually at this point I'd take the train as mentioned last night. But with network wide cancellations across the network, I decided to come into work by car. And a pleasant, if blustery drive it was too. Nearer Bristol the snow thickened, not only on the ground but enveloping every branch of every tree, as if a giant had sifted powdery ice crystals over the entire scene. It was breathtaking. Bristol itself was eerily quiet and the normally packed multi-story car park was nearly empty at 9.30. Everyone is on a snow-day I think!
Not me, I'm a martyr to paid servitude.
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