I bloody hate snow.
We're not terribly well equipped to deal with it in the south of England, where up until recent years it never snowed; even now it's at unpredictable times of year, until December 2010 when, for the first time in my life, we had a white Christmas.
It was also during this fateful month when I faced the ordeal of walking to university UPHILL over the compacted snow and ice in the only footwear I owned: smooth-bottomed boots. It was inevitable, really, that I should, embarrassingly, end up on my bottom. The kindness of a woman got me through this stressful time, but ever since, the thought of skating across the ice sets my teeth on edge. Only when I have some snow boots and knee pads will I ever venture out into the snow again!
I do appreciate snow from a distance, however. I love the cliched views of unblemished snow, and being the one to make the first footprints and snow angels in the soft white earth-blanket. Snow seems to make everything shimmer, and that is something I can get on board with.
So for now, I will continue my love-hate relationship with snow until I get over my snow-phobia... through buying a bus pass and some tennis rackets...!
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