As you may know, wherever you are, England is not known for its snow. I'm Canadian and have childhood memories of winter with snow 'mountains' in the middle of our cul-de-sac, piled high there by the snow plows always at the ready whenever the fluffy white stuff accumulated on our roads. It's a different story here with snowfalls being rare most winters, and it's even less likely that it will all stick around, especially on the coast where I am, which has its own set of weather rules. So we were surprised on Friday when we woke up to see everything covered in a cottony white blanket, and it made me feel nostalgic for the white Canadian Christmases and sledding days on the hill behind our house. As an adult, the snow wasn't so welcome; it meant the gruelling task of shovelling your driveaway to get your car out, defrosting the ice off the windows and locks, and enduring a white-knuckled journey to work or wherever you needed to go on super slick roads. But I don't have to deal with all of that now, so the romance of the white flakes has returned.
I went out to shoot for about an hour or so, keeping within an area of just a few blocks, but the difference in the appearance of the landscape was dramatic. In typical UK fashion, it would appear we have three seasons happening at once!
Come along with me as we walk away a bit inland, then turn around to have a look at what's happening down at the bay.
Tracks in the Snow
Warm Morning Winter Light
Crisp, Cool Winter Light
Photos © Denise Grayson