Still snowbound

It’s been snowing heavily in great fat flakes ever since I woke up.  Yesterday, the view from my window looked like this:

This morning it looks like this:

So I’m at home, reading.

Well, mostly reading.  I’ve also been playing with the camera.

 

 

The snow hadn’t been quite so  demanding in the last day or two as I haven’t had to be anywhere else at a given time.  I’ve also been able dress for the weather with impunity, and this is veritably liberating: outside, I’m rendered incognito by layers of wool and waterproofs topped with most unbecoming but extremely efficient hat. Despite anonymity, it’s rare to pass someone without exchanging a comment on the weather, or the treacherous conditions of the roads or pavements (or both).  People with sticks wave them in the air in greeting from the other side of the road (which is sometimes a little unnerving), and small children regally wave a mitten as they pass on sledges hauled by a parent.   It’s peaceful outside: no cars dare to negotiate my road and the snow muffles any noise form the little traffic on the main road.  There are no buses or trains.  The town has become an island – one of many in this ocean frozen weather.