Winter has finally arrived in Britain - after such a mild (and wet) December, yesterday was our first properly snowy day of the winter. We did have snow on Monday, but not the sort to lie once it hit the ground (in London at least).
About 8.30am yesterday the snow front hit London and proceeded to snow consistently for a good six hours.
This was my walk home from the station last night (albeit a slow one as my footwear was definitely not suited to the conditions!).
There is the odd snow flurry this morning, but nothing like yesterday. I am spending today packing and getting organised to fly to Australia tonight, but I did walk up to the village this morning to return some library books.
I made sure I was properly attired footwear-wise today!
My little apartment complex looking quite picturesque
And pretty Edwardian villas in the village looking even prettier with their dusting of snow.
So, even though Heathrow cancelled about 30% of their flights yesterday, I am heading to the airport later today for my flight to Sydney. The airport authorities tend to prioritise long-haul flights, so am feeling positive that we will get to depart, albeit a little delayed. The incoming flight from Sydney has arrived this morning (about 4 hours late), so at least there is a plane to board - even if we do sit on the tarmac for a while before being able to take off.
Packing has been interesting. The weather in London yesterday was minus one degree (though with the wind chill factor the actual feel was minus 7 degrees). The weather in Sydney was 45 degrees.
Definitely one extreme to the other...