Winter!

Yesterday, rather tongue in cheek, I posted a photograph in response to the dire warnings of doom and gloom emanating from the weather forecasters and the media, snow, they cried…..and we had ….rain, granted, not of biblical proportions but rain all the same!

Today here in this little corner of North Dorset we woke to ‘ a slowly falling, silent shroud of snow’ ( Simon and Garfunkel’s ‘I am a Rock’ for those of us at a certain age ), not of the apocolyptical sort but enough to cover the roofs, the footpaths and, for a short time, the roads. I have to admit I didn’t really see it on the main roads, opting instead for a leisurely breakfast, but it did lie here on our little side road for a short while, disturbed by the few hardy souls who had to venture forth and start their day and the postman, regular and reliable, trudging the footpath, leaving footsteps in the virgin snow.

‘And so it was much later’ ( Procul Harem’s ‘Whiter Shade of Pale’, again for those of us of a certain age) that I stirred myself and went for a wander, armed with the camera, dressed for the weather and on a mission to record the rare and illusive ‘Dorset Snow’. I’m glad I went when I did, the sun shone, the mist and fog, caused by the slight rise in temperature, came and went and the snow slowly but inexorably disappeared as I wandered along the river margins from Sturminster Newton down to Fiddleford and back via The Trailway in time for lunch.

Tomorrow, again, they’re forecasting a good deal more of the white and icy stuff, if you’re out and about in it, and the ensuing melee it invariably causes, take great care, for my part, at the moment , I intend to stay almost umbilically attached to a radiator drinking coffee You never know, those weatherman might actually get the forecast right!