Snow drifted softly from the heavens as I looked out of our lounge window. Large dry flakes, each one unique, came to rest on our driveway, rooftops, plants, and vehicles, lovingly coating their surfaces, and, together, uniting and transforming themselves into fluffy white blankets, exquisite to look at, but so very cold to the touch. All around, residents stayed tucked indoors, snug in heated warmth and comfort, perhaps relaxing, perhaps carrying out mundane chores.
By early evening, a few inches of snow had piled up and more was forecast. The house seemed quieter than ever as I watched ever larger flakes falling aground. At the back, where our guest house nestles against tranquil fell-side, tall skeletal trees dressed all in white stood like soldiers on guard, as if protecting the perimeter of our land.
Snow fell steadily overnight: gently, lightly, so that none were aware of it. I went to sleep late, reading a novel as I am wont to do before bed. Zack decided that he wanted to sleep with us. He would not rest until he was allowed floor space in our room.
Next morning, we awoke to a pristine white world of weak sunshine, heavy mist and snow. Lake Windermere lay shrouded before us, its shape unseen. A hard squint finally rewarded one with dim glimpses of harsh mountain sides, now melded as if one with the fog.
The call of nature had awoken the dogs and Hubby walked first one, and then the other along The Dales Way footpath behind our house. Maddi went first. Pyrenean Mountain Dog she may be, but Hubby was soon home. For, fastidious and arthritic, Maddi does not like the snow! So Maddi had led the way back home! Zack, ever game and ever accommodating, marched on, taking his time to re-discover a playground that had suddenly disappeared under a freezing layer of yielding white stuff.
Small squalls of snow-laden air continued to make their presence felt throughout the morning. Weather forecasts continued to predict precipitation, but we found our day brightening instead, with dancing beams of sunshine making their cheerful presence felt. The hovering morning mist began to clear, so that Lake Windermere and the mountains again came into sight.
Evening fell with the warning of more snow to come. However, despite this expectation, our micro climate in Bowness-on-Windermere decided not to play ball. What snow we had began to melt instead!
By morning, any snow left had become very soft and watery indeed. The sun shone brightly and as I ran messages in Windermere and Ambleside, chunks of iced up snow flew off our vehicle, landing with satisfactory splats on the road. Tonight, as I write, our driveway is bare of snow.
For the guests who had stayed with us during those two snowy nights, it was a treat indeed. They were entranced by their beautiful snowy view of Lake Windermere and the fells from their room, and said they could not stop taking photographs. The snow did not stop them from hiking or sightseeing. It became a gift to them instead, because they had now experienced a different but equally lovely aspect of the Lakes, which they had never seen before.
And to potential visitors, we say, ‘Perhaps you might like to take advantage of our special offers and late availability for a stay at Blenheim Lodge and enjoy all this for yourselves?’ We’d love to welcome you to here!
Blenheim Lodge . . . panoramic Lake views, peace and tranquillity, nestled against acres of beautiful fields and woodlands, in the heart of the English Lake District National Park.’
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