The snow turned Lush Places into a winter wonderland yesterday.
For a brief moment, the high fields around the village became Narnia while the vale towards the Jurassic Coast could only look up at Bluebell Hill with envy.
This morning, there is still snow underfoot but it’s sharp and slippery in places. It’s like stepping on thin cardboard stuffed with cotton wool.
Yesterday morning, sledgers careered down the slopes and snowmen and snowwomen littered the landscape.
Today the sledgers have gone but the snowmen and snowwomen remain.
There was even the snow equivalent of Slimer from Ghostbusters in the hollow of a beech tree up on the hill. I bet the fairies were none too impressed at arriving for their morning bath to find this creature blocking their way.
After bumping into a young ‘commuter’ on the top of the hill who had decided to walk to work, it was back down the hill for me and through the time portal gate in time for breakfast.
If nothing else, it made the humdrum of lockdown more bearable, but only for those like me who have a warm home to go to.
Who’d want to be homeless in this weather?
That’s about it.
Love, Maddie x