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clo_againSo this morning Casper came in to wake me up at half eight. This was odd; I'd left him food and water last night so there was no reason for him to bug me that early. I grumbled at him, turned over and went back to sleep until my alarm went off at half nine at which point I hit snooze, because the only reason you set your alarm for half nine on a Sunday is to feel good that you meant to get up early. Then you just ignore it and sleep in anyway.
Only, it was oddly quiet and oddly dark and I wondered if the cool frost was still around from last night (it made fern patterns across the cars). For no reason I dragged myself out of bed and opened the curtains.
Onto snow. Lots and lots (for us) of snow.
Needless to say, fifteen minutes later I was dressed and out the house with the camera and I stayed out for some hours, during which I took 231 pictures. I haven't uplaoded all of them because lots had wet smudges from falling snow and some were blurry and some were the same thing. But I've uploaded... quite a few. I love snow. I ran around the house shrieking in excitement this morning. Hence, picspam overload.
The alleyway behind our houses which is mostly ruled by the native feline army.
My street
Whoever was in charge of gritting the roads last night? Didn't. I've seen people digging in front of their cars with shovels trying to get them up the hill past my house. ^_^ McFail local council!
I walked into town first, as I thought it'd turn slushy and horrible faster as more people woke up and walked around (yes, they really have painted some of the houses those colours)
Birds fighting over a piece of bread outside my favourite coffee shop on the high street.
Where I live looks a lot prettier in the snow. A lot.
On my into town I'd spotted people heading up the big hill behind where I live, known as the Hoad. I figured if other people were up there then it'd be fine (despite it being populated by ninety-million rabbits and their ninety-million rabbit holes that it would be very easy to break an ankle in under the snow, but eh). I'm so glad I did. IT WAS SO PRETTY.
I had to walk through the park, where some wolfhounds and a greyhound were arguing enthusiastically over a snow-covered frisbee. It was very Wolves of Willowby Chase and I walked a bit faster.
In nice weather you can climb down these rocks and there's a square seat carved out at the bottom, very near the edge. I did not do this today because I like my neck unbroken.
At the top I was amazed to find a couple of snowboarders, apparently intent on snowboarding down the hill. You couldn't pay me to do this; there's no remotely straight path down and nothing but metal railings or stone walls to stop you at the bottom. No thanks. They were still there when I started walking down again after about twenty minutes, so I suspect they might've been rethinking.
Me! To prove I was actually the one there taking these and I didn't steal them from an ad for Cumbria.
After a bit, the crazy wind up on the hill (to take some of the pictures I was leaning forward into the wind enough that if it'd dropped suddenly, I would've fallen flat on my face) and the hailstones that started falling got too much and I headed past the snowboarders and back down. The hailstones started again at the bottom and were really hard so I took my favourite shortcut which is at least a bit sheltered by the high wall.
And then when I finally got back home freezing and with my fingers about to fall off because my Accessorise mitten-gloves are decorative rather than snow-worthy, I dumped my stuff just inside the door, stole my mother's new gloves and took all the snow off the car ready to build a mini-snowman. And then I decided it's less than a week until Christmas so I should really do something more festive:
I stole the star for the top off from our actual Christmas tree. I'll be in trouble if it's still there tomorrow whn my rents get home.
Oh snow. I wish you'd never melt. <3 It's hailstoning/snowing again now so I hope it'll still be around tomorrow. It's supposed to warm up tomorrow but still have snow so... we'll see. :)
edit: I think I finally fixed all my tags. Maybe.
Only, it was oddly quiet and oddly dark and I wondered if the cool frost was still around from last night (it made fern patterns across the cars). For no reason I dragged myself out of bed and opened the curtains.
Onto snow. Lots and lots (for us) of snow.
Needless to say, fifteen minutes later I was dressed and out the house with the camera and I stayed out for some hours, during which I took 231 pictures. I haven't uplaoded all of them because lots had wet smudges from falling snow and some were blurry and some were the same thing. But I've uploaded... quite a few. I love snow. I ran around the house shrieking in excitement this morning. Hence, picspam overload.
The alleyway behind our houses which is mostly ruled by the native feline army.
My street
Whoever was in charge of gritting the roads last night? Didn't. I've seen people digging in front of their cars with shovels trying to get them up the hill past my house. ^_^ McFail local council!
I walked into town first, as I thought it'd turn slushy and horrible faster as more people woke up and walked around (yes, they really have painted some of the houses those colours)
Birds fighting over a piece of bread outside my favourite coffee shop on the high street.
Where I live looks a lot prettier in the snow. A lot.
On my into town I'd spotted people heading up the big hill behind where I live, known as the Hoad. I figured if other people were up there then it'd be fine (despite it being populated by ninety-million rabbits and their ninety-million rabbit holes that it would be very easy to break an ankle in under the snow, but eh). I'm so glad I did. IT WAS SO PRETTY.
I had to walk through the park, where some wolfhounds and a greyhound were arguing enthusiastically over a snow-covered frisbee. It was very Wolves of Willowby Chase and I walked a bit faster.
In nice weather you can climb down these rocks and there's a square seat carved out at the bottom, very near the edge. I did not do this today because I like my neck unbroken.
At the top I was amazed to find a couple of snowboarders, apparently intent on snowboarding down the hill. You couldn't pay me to do this; there's no remotely straight path down and nothing but metal railings or stone walls to stop you at the bottom. No thanks. They were still there when I started walking down again after about twenty minutes, so I suspect they might've been rethinking.
Me! To prove I was actually the one there taking these and I didn't steal them from an ad for Cumbria.
After a bit, the crazy wind up on the hill (to take some of the pictures I was leaning forward into the wind enough that if it'd dropped suddenly, I would've fallen flat on my face) and the hailstones that started falling got too much and I headed past the snowboarders and back down. The hailstones started again at the bottom and were really hard so I took my favourite shortcut which is at least a bit sheltered by the high wall.
And then when I finally got back home freezing and with my fingers about to fall off because my Accessorise mitten-gloves are decorative rather than snow-worthy, I dumped my stuff just inside the door, stole my mother's new gloves and took all the snow off the car ready to build a mini-snowman. And then I decided it's less than a week until Christmas so I should really do something more festive:
I stole the star for the top off from our actual Christmas tree. I'll be in trouble if it's still there tomorrow whn my rents get home.
Oh snow. I wish you'd never melt. <3 It's hailstoning/snowing again now so I hope it'll still be around tomorrow. It's supposed to warm up tomorrow but still have snow so... we'll see. :)
edit: I think I finally fixed all my tags. Maybe.
