Snow in the Spring

Spring 2018

By mid-march, it was fully expected for spring to be on the way, therefore we were in for a shock when on St Patrick's day it began to snow! England is strangely ill-equipped for the snow, which is odd considering it's an event that happens almost every year. 

Nevertheless, everything quickly shut down, including all public transport, leaving us with a very long slog home in the snow from a friend's house one night. Two snowy slips and a broken cake tin later (don't ask) we had made it through town (transformed by the snow) and finally home! Not something I want to repeat in a hurry that's for sure.  

In the morning, the view from my bedroom window showed it had no intention of stopping.

And indeed it fell thicker and thicker, until our roof was covered, and I was reminded for some reason of the London rooftops in Peter Pan.

Unlike my fellow students who hailed from the UK and were understandably glum about the snow, I was ecstatic! Grey Sheffield was transformed into a picture in white, and the usual grubby square by my house became something more magical.

The lamp post from Narnia, anybody?

Of course, snowball fights were had. Is it sacrilegious that they took place in the cathedral's graveyard?

As fast as the snow appeared it was gone: Spring was finally here which could only mean one thing, more time outside!