That's the reason we moved south again. My husband hailed from Oxford and never really came to terms with the length of the winters, rather than the severity. I was surprised when I moved to Oxfordshire how cold the winters could be ( I had after all lived in the Cairngorms before the move). I put that extreme coldness down to its distance from the sea. One winter when my son was about three we had minus 17 ....in a prefab ! Wow was that cold ! Plus we couldn't get out of the estate as our roads were privately maintained by AERE Harwell and the snow was about 2' thick in drifts.
I rather like snow. The type that consists of large snowflakes that descend gently...not wind driven...silent. On such occasions I'd walk down to the A9 road ( the old one ) - which would be quiet and devoid of traffic as the snow gates were closed - walk along the road , looking up , watching the flakes falling. Nothing better than building a snow man, rolling it up , watching it grow bigger and bigger till the ball creaked and groaned, bringing up sods of earth with it. Rather satisfying and such fun. Once whilst out I came across a sledge that the farmer's children had left at the top of a hill and I had such a fun afternoon. Returning happy, warm, rosy cheeked. Fun.
This unexpected turn in the weather has been a shock, with places experiencing heavy falls of snow after many years without. In this region of the north west of England we have got off lightly by comparison ( at least at the time of writing ). So it was that on the last day of February I enjoyed a walk along the canals, finally doing a little stretch that I'd missed. I met very few people. The sun shone most of the day, although it was -5. Occasionally the snow came on as whiteout conditions. It was very bracing, very cold . I wore three hats!
My piece this week is about a hat. A Russian hat that a friend wore when he arrived at the dance on Monday.
He Came From Russia
Our Bryan's just flown in from Siberia,
I can tell 'cos he's wearing a Russian hat.
He gives out mint imperials -
Russian imperials?
Our Bryan's just flown in from Siberia,
Wearing a Russian hat. All fur it is.
He likes to do the quickstep,
In a Cossack style!
Our Bryan's just flown in from Siberia,
Speaking in a Lancashire dialect-
Liking his " tae " - not Russian though,
With a rich tea biscuit.
Our Bryan's just come up from Kirkham.
Sporting his Russian style hat.
At minus three today,
It feels like Siberia!
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