I took a bus into the City this morning and was surprised that there appeared to be absolutely no trace of snow whatsoever. Not in the trees. Nor on the rooftops. It must have snowed around London. I went to the Tate Modern to sit myself down in Room 11: Red Star Over Russia. My favourite. Once I could feel my feet again, I braved the icy winds back over the Wobbly Bridge and bused back Northbound to the land of snow where I picked up something special for us tea…
Trust me, it’s a lot of snow!
It was weird, wasn’t it? I woke up, looked outside and thought ‘wow, it really snowed a lot!’, then arrived in west London and it looked like nothing had happened. That made me love North London a little bit more, and I wish I could have stayed at home and play with snow in a park.
I love this photo, it reminds me of last winter when I was working just round the corner from the Tate. I remember the day after ‘big snow day’ in February, walking on that bridge trying not to fall on snow and ice. That spot of London has such a special atmosphere in winter.
gorgeous pic, love the tate in the background!! eee! x
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Lovely photo. Lovely blog! happy New year from Chicago, USA We are expecting eight inches of snow… we primitives still use inches & feet.