Meanwhile, Snoopy went out in the garden to inspect the strange stuff.
Kay and I had breakfast ( a hearty one of porridge to set us up for the day) and then dressed in lots of layers like Michelin men to embark on a walk to the centre of our area. First thing we saw on leaving our front door was this......
That ruled out any attempt to get in the car and drive, but we had already decided on walking anyway. We waded out of our cul-de-sac (we were the first ones to leave on foot this morning, so the snow was virginal,untouched and high enough to spill over our boots!) Then we turned into the usually fairly busy road to find there were no cars moving at all and people were walking down the centre of the road, taking photos.
I could not resist this photo of our local Royal Mail post box.
When we got to the town centre, there was indeed no buses or trains at all. The main arterial roads were by no means clear and were covered in thick churned-up slush. Cars were so far and few between ( and only driving at about 5 mph) that we were able to cross the roads without even glancing at the traffic lights. There was no way Kay was going to get to her school which is about 4 miles away (other than walk of course, but that would probably get her there in time to turn round and come home again!) While we were deliberating what to do next, she bumped into two of her good friends who were also assessing what to do. They decided to go off in a clump to one of their houses (presumably to have snowball fights or listen to music!) I meanwhile waded back home and am warming up and deciding whether to take Snoopy for a walk or not.
Having lived in Germany, I am well aware that other countries experience far worse snow than this and still manage to function perfectly normally without this much disruption. They must be laughing up their sleeves at us with no buses or trains, grinding the capital to a halt. But I suppose it is because these sort of conditions are so rare for London, that it does not warrant us owning a fleet of snowploughs to deal with this once-in-18-years-occurrence. It sure looks pretty though and I am going to go off and make a hot chocolate to drink while I gaze out at the lovely sight from my window.