England,  Photography,  Walking

Cold Snap

Is it just me, or is anyone else irritated by the fact that, in the context of COVID, the world is referring freely to the “British variant” or even more geographically specific, the “Kent variant”, when ex President Trump was consistently vilified for referring to the pandemic as the “Chinese disease”? It’s called “COVID” because phrases like “Asian flu” and “Spanish flu” have been outlawed by the WHO as racially divisive, so how come the “British variant” is acceptable? Maybe it’s just me.

Anyway, just as we sit here confined to quarters unable to travel, we get a little bit of the world – indeed a little bit of the Arctic circle – sent to our doorstep by way of direct weather streams. Whilst a few days of sub zero temperatures and a decent covering of snow may not be extreme by world standards, it’s a less-than-annual event in our South East corner of England, and actually a hugely welcome change from the endless rains of January.

It’s all rather attractive. There’s something very satisfying about creating the first footfalls in a field of virgin snow, something edifying about seeing birds flock to the garden feeders in their hour of need, something exhilarating about breathing in the freezing air, looking across the shining white countryside, seeing your normal surroundings in a different light. And then returning to the comfort and warmth of home. 

Michaela caught these shots around our village in the last few days: note the hedgerow hung with numerous icicles, like Mother Nature’s own Christmas tree…

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