Snow in England.

The snow rarely comes in the form you see described. On pretty Christmas cards or winter antartic scenes. Glistening and dry, sparkles of majestic sweeping piles covering as far as eyes can see. Fun and games and laughter for every age;  invigorating and reminding the aged of their youth.
No, where we live, except in exceptional times, those one off ever to be remembered times; snow is like this.
A sloppy slush of snapped shards in a iced gravy, a slippery gritty danger underfoot. Broken bones,  strains and sprains, torn ligaments and dislocations. Parents scared for both old and young alike. Teenagers and adults want a piece of what you describe and  see. So they gather and squeeze the mess that is snow; into balls. The ammunition built for fun and laughter can take an eye, cut a cheek, leave the accident and emergency department full. Cars skid up footpaths ploughing into unaware pedestrians, who moments earlier wobbled and grasped at the coat of a stranger to save a fall. Now they lay still, in  the cold soup; which chills in to their broken bones.
The elderly wary of a fall which will end them; stay put. Watching, waiting for some passer by to knock and check that he/she is o.k. Turning the heating as low as they dare for fear the cold snap will stay, and money will not stretch to pay the bill. So those who once stood strong against armies, who have done their bit for the peace of man. Huddle close, breathe in the damp air; eat less to make food last. Many succumb to chest infections, influenza or pneumonia . Others fall, due to their undernourished bodies leaving them lightheaded. Some are found weeks later (once remembered) by a relative; frozen in a chair.
For many, the toboggans and snowmen, the snowballs and fun are memories of thick wintery weather. For far too many, especially here in this great place; snow means fear. The picture postcards of winter, the reality of it will never be seen or sold;  just felt.

14 thoughts on “Snow in England.

  1. I agree with all you say about the treachery that is snow in England. I live down south and we do not often have winter snow, I am very glad to say. Pretty to look at from a warm room, and mine is not so warm. But, to find enough for the winter bills is deadly and it cn be slippery for eldely or infirm people. I try not to be out in such weather.

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    1. Evelyn, we are right down the bottom on Dorset Somerset border, so know exactly what you mean. Looks fab on a xmas card; not on a path. Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment.


  2. While Reading this, it’s snowing outside. I never thought of snow as dangerous or threatening, although it has its share here in Vermont. I guess it’s because I live six months of the year dealing with the white stuff. A wicked good post- who knew snow could be so creepy?!

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  3. The ying and yang. Black and white, heads or tails. Opposing ideas are as real as opposites attract.
    Where there is glee there is also sorrow. A mind open to both is aware. I visited Vermont on three occasions, experienced the fun and beauty. But thought I would show the less acknowledged side too. Thank you.


  4. Yes I hear you unfortunately that is the reality and my emotions are always tinged with this reality as I cant help but delight a little in the snow we have here at the moment but I fear for the elderly and the falls and the lack of heat at these times , there is always opposites and even though the snow here at the moment is making a beautiful picture the melting will have its hazards and I fear for the elderly, for my Dad in case he falls , for my children driving and the list goes on, it is good to see the other side of things at times and how different from the hype the reality often is. Great post , honest and thoughtful . Brilliant journalism , as it is truthful and educates us thank for this post , going to share it on twitter and hope it helps to alert people to the reality esp. for the elderly, pedestrians and motorists.

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