It has begun. The snowy beast has arrived. Two days, very unfashionably, early. How rude!
Last night, not long after returning from yoga, all chilled but warm, my neighbour rang. “Look out the window!” There is was, where all had been clear half an hour previously, now there was a carpet of white, with more falling. This morning we were woken early by excited children playing outside. Unless they are of the ski-ing persuasion, I doubt whether they have seen snow before. On the National News they said that it has snowed in Rome for the first time in six years. No mention of Ilfracombe at all, I am sure it has been just as long since a proper downfall. Very remiss.
Later we walked into the town, to panic buy crisps and gin. We passed well-wrapped families clutching boogie boards and leading puzzled pooches on their way to Hillsborough for some surf sledding. Deciding on a slightly safer occupation, we had a leisurely lunch and wandered around the harbour before the trek back up the hill. There were smiles on faces and more than the usual “hellos” and “good days”.
Snow on the seaweed, not something you see every day.