philsussex
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Do you love the snow, loved it but sick of it or hate it?
I love:
-the eerie silence that falls over your part of the world when it's snowed heavily, when there are few hard surfaces left for sound to echo from and hardly any cars to disturb the peace
-being the first person to put your footprints in a patch of fresh snow
-when it's snowed really heavily and the trees have that cotton wool look about them
-when you're driving into it at night, not the actual driving part but the way the snow rushes towards your headlights and it looks like the bit in Star Wars when they go into hyperspace (or something like that: girl alert)
-the squashy feeling underfoot of walking on new snow
But I don't like:
-when it goes all grey and slushy from being trodden or driven on
-that miserable, half melted phase when it's neither snowy nor clear.
Edna, you put things so perfectly sometimes.
-Images of penguins at London Zoo wearing coats, or Longleat's entire cast of equatorial creatures huddling forlornly in the frozen fields.
The other thing I'm not keen on is the formulaic news reporting of the cold snap, in which it is written in stone that every bulletin must feature at least one of the following:
-A comparison with the temperature in Moscow/Siberia/the South Pole.
-Images of penguins at London Zoo wearing coats, or Longleat's entire cast of equatorial creatures huddling forlornly in the frozen fields.
-Crap viewer photos of a thousand identical-but-rubbish snowmen and icicles forming on Vauxhall Astras
-a reporter standing by the side of a trunk road in which a couple of cars have got stuck, interviewing moaning motorists who shouldn't have gone out in the first place, all blaming their local council for their own stupidity
-a flustered local council official stating they are working "around the clock" to find a solution
-footage of a cheery local tradesman going the extra mile to help out grateful old ladies
-and always, but always, ending with the words "but amidst all the chaos, at least the local children found time to enjoy the conditions" followed by a montage of rosy-cheeked cherubs on sledges declaring that "I...like the snow...because...it's....good".
Like this:
(The opposite formula applies in the summer, when The Sun breathlessly exclaims that Southend was HOTTER THAN ATHENS! accompanied by photos of stressed-looking polar bears being fed ice lollies at Whipsnade, and wall to wall bikinis lining Brighton beach from the bottom of West Street to the Palace Pier)
i like it ,when you get up early. First person on the chair lift. Get off, up another lift. Then your on top of the mountain all on your own, the sun is shining and just beginning to warm up, it's still low on the horizon. Stand and look around for five minutes at the view that goes on and on to the distant mountains covered in snow.
Poodle to the top of your favorite run, and just pole off down floating on a thin crust of powder that has no tracks on it.
Snow, what's not to like?