Winter on the Wey

Weybridge

Winter on the Wey Navigation

Snow is forecast. We wait with bated breath. Services will grind to a halt, schools will close and we will make our annual pilgrimage to worship the fluffy white stuff before it melts.

Snow

Thames Lock, Weybridge

“I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to be in a rush to experience anything other than the glory of the day, with each other, whenever and however it happened” ― Rachel CohnDash & Lily’s Book of Dares

The eighth day of Christmas: New Year’s Day

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One tradition in our family that I particularly enjoy is the New Year’s Day walk.

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This year our walk was on Dartmoor. The pictures will have to wait until we get home. But a stroll through any part of Britain’s countryside is a lovely way to greet the new year.

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I like seeing families out together, often several generations. That’s not something we do particularly well in this country but somehow we do manage to get together at this time of year.

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Did you go walking today? Where did you go

Winter walk

snow

I HAD for my winter evening walk
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.
And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.
I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.
Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o’clock of a winter eve.

Robert Frost

A dusting

Actually, there was post today, but very few trains!

Actually, there was post today, but very few trains!

Winter arrived this morning with a dusting of snow.  Really, we had no more than the merest of sugar frostings (not even as much as in these shots from 2009-10) but it was enough to freeze the train network.  Commuter chaos ensued.  Oh dear.

Two swans wisely ascaping the commuter chaos.

Two swans wisely escaping the commuter chaos.