Winter Wonderland

To me, one of the single best benefits of cold weather is snow. If it’s cold without magical white flecks falling from the heavens, I’m often not impressed.

This Monday, as I went to retrieve my bike from its resting place for my commute to work I found it was snowing. Apparently, I hadn’t looked out of the window since rising that morning. Glad I had picked up my hat last minute, I soldiered on with my bicycle out into the falling snow. Firstly, because of its aforementioned ‘magical-ness’ and secondly, it was too late for anything else; I had already missed by both busses that would get me to work on time.

I often thank my lucky stars for my current commute; it’s a far cry from the train and tube ride in rush hour London I used partake in. With the cold tickling at my nose and toes, the ride down to work was even more blissful and reflective. That was, until the snow started falling much heavier and faster, and flakes were straight up hitting me in my eye and blurring my vision. Fortunately, by this time, I was already close to my destination. No accidents had befallen Calamity Charlotte on this occasion.

After an hour of clickity-clacking on my keyboard, looking out at the picturesque scene unfolding outside, I couldn’t resist anymore. I took my break and headed outside. Not all team mates were as excited as me, the majority being from Germany see snow all the time, it’s not a big deal. But myself, and my new colleague from Portugal were right out there basking in the freshly fallen powder.

Some snaps we took:

With the days already getting brighter, the desperate need to get straight home afterwork isn’t as strong. I decided to leave my bike behind and walk home. My boot footwear was far from appropriate, but I reckoned as soon as I couldn’t bear it anymore I could hope on the bus. But it was really nice, I whipped on one of my favourite podcasts, and just took my time. Having a bicycle, I rarely walk anymore, even to go to shops at the end of my road, I would take the bike for the convenience of the basket. Wine is heavy guys! But I digress, the point is, that I forgot how much I enjoyed walking. I’ll definitely try to do it more as the mornings and evening brighten.

On the way home I captured a few more scenes.