I’m sure many of you are sick of the sight of it but I’ve not had many opportunities to see snow (to be precise, twice) so when it snowed on Boxing Day while I was visiting my family in the UK I was delighted. That the snowfall coincided with First Born’s first night in the UK – and his first ever experience of snow – made it all the more exciting.
As the first flakes fluttered down we all rushed outside, immediately built a snowman and then gathered as much snow as we could to throw puny snowballs at each other. Our laughter and screams of hilarity drew confused neighbours to their kitchen window and we laughed even more when we heard one of them comment “Oh, it’s OK. They’re foreign”.
It’s not much to look at, but it’s Ours!
Foreign antics
The following morning my Dad took us all for a long walk around Shire Hill. I love the crunchy noise the snow makes when you walk on it!
The snow had hardened by then but that didn’t make the views any less spectacular.
Looking down on Glossop from Shire Hill
More snow was flung around.
And again the neighbours came to have a look.
What’s with these foreigners flinging snow all over the place?
Half way up the hill we found this poignant memorial and we stood still for a moment, the only sounds coming from the wind whistling through the trees and the occasional plaintive bleat from the sheep.
Come and sit for a while, and remember me
We all felt a little sobered, so it was a great relief to the eyes to see a small splash of colour among the white to cheer us up. First Born’s reaction was delightful – “But that’s so English!”.
I'll Give You a Letter For That 
That’s my playground when I go north these days 🙂
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It is a beautiful part of the World! My family are lucky to have made it their new home 🙂
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That stretch of the hils, the Pennines, is where i was born… though over on the other side. These days I spend a lot of time in the area, whenever I go north for the meetings of the Silent Eye or any of our events… Ilove those hills and hope one day I can make them my home again.
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Perhaps then we would bump into each other on one of my family visits 🙂
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Very possible 🙂 Just look for the hobbit sized woman with wild hair and a huge grin 🙂
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Haha! Sounds like I couldn’t miss you 😀
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Especially not with the hair 🙂
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A beautiful story. Such a laugh regarding the comment by the puzzled neighbours! The snow is always glorious to those who don’t or can’t or wont drive, and to crunch your way across it over the hills of the gorgeous Glossop countryside is indeed a delight. Snow induces a special muffled silence, as if there is a wodge of cotton wool in your ears. – A bit mystical, in fact.
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Yes, snow is magical, and mystical – I love it!
Those neighbours – I still grin to myself when I think of them 🙂
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Great pictures. You were lucky to get some snow as some parts of the UK have not had any this winter (including where I live).
That snowman is so cute.
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Lovely scenery up that way in the Peak District but I won’t sit on your bench this week if you don’t mind, though it might be rather lovely in the summer 🙂
And I love the last photo!
We went away for Christmas one year recently and it was absolutely freezing and snowy and our South African neighbours had a braai outdoors on Christmas Day – so funny 😀
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The Christmas Braai Tradition is a difficult one to give up 😉
I wonder what the Glossop neighbours would have to say about That!
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Thank you so much for sharing, we don’t have any winter as such, leave alone snow, I enjoy looking at photos of snow:))
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Me too! It is so beautiful and peaceful.
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Thanks so much for playing this week. You got some fun photos.
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Thank you Cee – it was quite a change for me, taking pictures of snow 🙂
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