I realise that I quite recently wrote a post just about snow, but perhaps you will forgive me from focussing on the same topic again. On our recent trip back to the US, we were desperately hoping for a good snow storm to make our winter break feel real. New Hampshire usually comes through for us, but instead our first week or so was plagued with weather very similar to what we expect in Scotland – mild (for winter), wet and grey. But, as New Years Eve approached, we started to see predictions for a good storm the following weekend, one that would cover the whole of New England.
Saturday dawned, annoyingly, bright. As the day moved on, rain came in but the temperature stayed too high for any snow. On Saturday night, the streets were empty as people battened down the hatches and prepared for the storm. Even Sunday did not seem particularly positive, then not long after noon, the temperature dropped – rain turned to snow and after an hour or so began to accumulate. I was, to say the least, excited. As the afternoon went on, the storm continued steadily, with wind and huge flakes. By 3pm I could stand it no longer: I borrowed boots from my mother, wrapped up in my Boston winter coat (a black down thing so heavy I would never be able to wear in the UK) and ventured out into the storm. It was, in a word, perfect.
It was still snowing as we went to bed that night, and the following morning was incredibly clear. I got up early and went out to try to catch some of the morning light on the snow. Another perfect walk. I took so many pictures that I have had to turn them all into a movie…I hope you enjoy!
The Wandering Medievalist 