Tag: Snow

Hello Beast From the East

The first day of March is “officially” the first day of Spring here in the UK, but because of the Beast from the East, instead of warmer weather, it was bitingly cold.

It was also supposed to be World Book Day, T got up excitedly, wanting to get into her Tonks (a minor character from Harry Potter) costume.  But then we received a message from her school saying that school was cancelled.  While it was cold, there wasn’t any sign of snow till around 2pm and then it never stopped.  T wanted to go outside as soon as it started, but I told her that we’d go out once the snow has settled.  But the snow just kept falling, and falling, and falling….

As you can see, it took only about a couple of hours for the snow to look like this.  T was absolutely delighted.  It has never snowed in North Cornwall like this before.  We’ve had a few dusting, but never as thick as this.

And since we didn’t have any sled, we had to quickly improvise and found an old Ikea shelf that was light and yet sturdy enough to slide down the very icy and slippery road in front of our house.

At first, T was hesitant to use it so her dad had to show her how. Soon enough she was going up and down that icy road, laughing and having so much fun.

I’m amazed with how much snow the beast from the East managed to dump on us within a few hours.  It was absolutely beautiful though …

Everywhere you looked, it was covered in a soft blanket of snow…

And of course, you absolutely have to build a snowman when there’s that much snow on the ground.

T named her Billy, an artist visiting from the East.  As I type this, I look out my window and can still see a mound of snow where Billy used to be standing.

And yes, we had snow-fights too.

At the end of the day, we were all wet and cold, but T had the biggest smile on her face and the snow just kept falling as T watched from the window.

We had two lovely, magical days of snow.  At night, it was lovely to look out the window and see the snow glistening, it actually gave it an eerie glow and as much as I enjoyed it too, I was actually glad to see it melting by Saturday afternoon.  If I look out my window now, I will see patches of snow in the ground and in the surrounding fields too.

If you live in the UK, did you enjoy the visitor from the East?


A Dog Story: White Stuff

It was white and cold.

I wasn’t sure of it.

I didn’t know what it was.

I’ve never seen it before.

I smelled it.

I’ve never smelled anything like it before.

It wasn’t like water.

But it felt wet and cold against my nose.

I tasted it.

I’ve never tasted anything like it before.

I’m not sure I’d want to eat it.


I eat anything.

My little human and her friend seemed to love it though.

They gathered the white stuff in their hands and threw it at each other.

If they liked it, why did they throw it?

They laughed so I knew they were having fun.

As for me,I still wasn’t sure about it.

My human’s dad, didn’t let me off the leash.

I’m guessing, it’s because there were sheep nearby.

I like sheep.

I like to come up to them and say “Hi”

I don’t think they like me though.

They never say “Hi” back.

Come to think of it, the thing on the ground is white like sheep.


What is this white stuff?


That’s what they called it.

Where did it come from?

Road Trip: A Snowy Surprise

Who was it that said “It’s all about the journey, not the destination?”

T’s best friend F had a sleep-over last Friday.  The next day we decided to pack the kids, Doc, a little picnic and head over Widecombe-in-the-Moor, a village on Dartmoor National Park in Devon.   It was a weekend after all, we just wanted to be outdoors.

As we headed towards Dartmoor, we could see the snowy-capped hills and pointed this out to T who has never really played in snow.  It doesn’t snow in our little village, you see.  We’re not that lucky.  The last time it did, I was pregnant with T, and that was just a dusting, by midday, the sun had melted it.  Seeing it spread over the hilltop from afar made little T excited.  Not wanting her to get disappointed, her Dad told her not to expect any.

But we were all in for a big surprise.

As soon as we were in the National Park, we could see the much-awaited snow covering the ground and there were also lots of cars parked on the roadside with kids happily playing around.  The kids squealed in delight and were demanding to be put down right there and then.  But of course, we had to find a safe place to park first.

The snow in this part, wasn’t much.  It was more like a thick dusting.  But enough to make the kids happy.

T checking the “white stuff” around her, as if she couldn’t believe that there was actually snow on the ground.

And then decides to run after her best friend F.

And then she stops and picks up snow without gloves.

I thought she was going to throw it at her best friend, but instead she decided that a snowy shower on her would be way better than aiming it at her friend.

At this point, my husband was beckoning to us, promising thicker snow somewhere else, but he said we had to drive further up in Dartmoor.  We had to drag little T away who refused to move, F wasn’t as fazed as she was, having just returned from visiting family in Sweden where snow is more or less a given when it’s Christmas there.

And the husband was right.  There was more snow on the second stop.

And T was a happy bunny again, running around like a loony.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t that cold, which was good, because we weren’t dressed for snow.  Had I known, I would’ve dressed the kids in thicker coats and gloves.  I guess it was also because the kids were moving around so much, after a while they even wanted to take of their body warmers.

T and F attempts to make their own snowman, but never managed to finish it, because someone decided that a snow fight was more fun.

And here she is aiming one at her dad.

The snow fight is on!

And of course, playing on the snow wouldn’t be complete without making snow angels.

Everywhere you looked, families were having so much fun.

Love the picture-perfect-postcard winter scenes.

Before heading back home, the two kids decided to make a Mr. and Mrs. Snow man, using twigs as arms and little flowers for their eyes.  A perfect snowy couple.

Then we drove back down.

Why do good things never last?

Temperature is rising up again.

I guess there won’t be snow on Dartmoor over the weekend.

Has there been snow on your part of the UK/the world?

In the news last night, some parts of America were warned of a blizzard coming.

To friends and family in the States – stay safe!

Snow over the Headland

When we first moved down here, my mother-in-law said to me “Don’t worry Dean, it doesn’t snow in Cornwall”.  On the early days of January 2010, it did.

I was probably around a month or two pregnant with little T when this photo of Mutley up in the headland was taken.  Since it was a bit of a novelty for snow down here, the local BBC asked people to send in their snowy pictures and I sent the photo above.

T has never seen it, so I’m hoping that it would once again snow down here where we live.  It usually snows up in higher-ground, in the moors like in Dartmoor, so we are thinking of driving up there just for her to experience some snow.  We might even take little Doc with us too! 🙂

Does it snow where you live?

This post is linked-up with PODcast’s What’s the Story

And The Oliver’s Madhouse

Have a lovely week everyone!