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Snowy Stockwell
But...
WOW!!!!
I've not seen snow drifting like this in almost thirty years. Growing up in a quiet South Nottinghamshire village and it seemed like we spent the entire winter away from school because of the snow. And then to come full circle, and three decades later I find myself spending my *very* early Monday morning updating the school website because of the snow.
I hope the lovely kids of Somewhere in SE17 have had as much fun this morning as I did back in South Nottinghamshire some thirty years ago.
Walking aroundSunny Snowy Stockwell later in the morning and there was an almost surreal village like feel to my little patch of South London. Straight out of the front door and I gave a family a push after their car had become stuck in the snow. I didn't like to tell the parents that they would probably be looking after the kids for the rest of the day.
A short walk down to the War Memorial and complete strangers grinned as I walked past. Perhaps it was something to do with me wearing my cycling tights?
The Bronze Woman of Stockwell had turned all Michael Jackson on us with a complete complexion change. Cyclists struggled along in the sludge. I'm all for pedal power, but hey - take it easy out there, guys.
Outside Stockwell tube and commuters were frantically phoning in, desperate to try and persuade their employers that they couldn't really make it in, one eye on the up and running Victoria Line, one eye on Larkhall Park and the mass snowball fight that was about to break out.
If you can't beat them... Which is exactly what I did, happily wasting away half of my morning throwing snowballs at my fellow citizens of Snowy Stockwell.
Snowmen have appeared all around SW8. They look happy enough, but there's something very saddening I find about seeing a snowman, stationed to his / her spot, just waiting for the inevitable to happen.
What has been truly wonderful for this first Monday in February has been the genuine sense of a return to community. The kids are off school, six million people were 'unable to get to work' (!) and everyone is out and about in the street. You only ever get this kind of behaviour in Britain during a big freeze or a heat wave.
Some idiot on @bbc5live phoned in earlier during the day. He was some high flying Company Director, 'seething' that he has battled the elements to get into the office to 'keep the wheels of industry turning.'
Knobber.
Make the most of the community love; we'll all go back to bashing each other via the modern interweb tomorrow morning.
It's the fragrant mrs onionbagblogger I feel sorry for (well, not really, but y'know...) As the big freeze hits Britain, mrs obb is stuck inside her log cabin over in Canada, bemoaning the lack of snow on her snowboarding trip.
Whoops.
Get yourself down to Brockwell Park, Gal. The Lambeth Boarding Club certainly made the most of the SE24 snow this morning.
I'm on early morning call for the school website for the rest of the week. I hope I get the chance to update it with School CLOSED one again. Education, education, education etc, but something tells me that the kids of South London aren't going to see snow drifts like this until they're all grown up and have *cough* proper jobs.
Simply loving the snow.
Full flickr stream over HERE.
technorati: snow, stockwell, sw8
| Monday 2 February, 2009 |
But...
WOW!!!!
I've not seen snow drifting like this in almost thirty years. Growing up in a quiet South Nottinghamshire village and it seemed like we spent the entire winter away from school because of the snow. And then to come full circle, and three decades later I find myself spending my *very* early Monday morning updating the school website because of the snow.
I hope the lovely kids of Somewhere in SE17 have had as much fun this morning as I did back in South Nottinghamshire some thirty years ago.
Walking around
A short walk down to the War Memorial and complete strangers grinned as I walked past. Perhaps it was something to do with me wearing my cycling tights?
The Bronze Woman of Stockwell had turned all Michael Jackson on us with a complete complexion change. Cyclists struggled along in the sludge. I'm all for pedal power, but hey - take it easy out there, guys.
Outside Stockwell tube and commuters were frantically phoning in, desperate to try and persuade their employers that they couldn't really make it in, one eye on the up and running Victoria Line, one eye on Larkhall Park and the mass snowball fight that was about to break out.
If you can't beat them... Which is exactly what I did, happily wasting away half of my morning throwing snowballs at my fellow citizens of Snowy Stockwell.
Snowmen have appeared all around SW8. They look happy enough, but there's something very saddening I find about seeing a snowman, stationed to his / her spot, just waiting for the inevitable to happen.
What has been truly wonderful for this first Monday in February has been the genuine sense of a return to community. The kids are off school, six million people were 'unable to get to work' (!) and everyone is out and about in the street. You only ever get this kind of behaviour in Britain during a big freeze or a heat wave.
Some idiot on @bbc5live phoned in earlier during the day. He was some high flying Company Director, 'seething' that he has battled the elements to get into the office to 'keep the wheels of industry turning.'
Knobber.
Make the most of the community love; we'll all go back to bashing each other via the modern interweb tomorrow morning.
It's the fragrant mrs onionbagblogger I feel sorry for (well, not really, but y'know...) As the big freeze hits Britain, mrs obb is stuck inside her log cabin over in Canada, bemoaning the lack of snow on her snowboarding trip.
Whoops.
Get yourself down to Brockwell Park, Gal. The Lambeth Boarding Club certainly made the most of the SE24 snow this morning.
I'm on early morning call for the school website for the rest of the week. I hope I get the chance to update it with School CLOSED one again. Education, education, education etc, but something tells me that the kids of South London aren't going to see snow drifts like this until they're all grown up and have *cough* proper jobs.
Simply loving the snow.
Full flickr stream over HERE.
technorati: snow, stockwell, sw8
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