Yesterday saw a deluge of snow in the Lake District and elsewhere in the UK. No snow had actually be forecast for the Lake District until the early evening, but when I looked out of the windows at 8 am, I could see tiny snowflakes falling at a moderate pace onto the ground. By 5 pm, traffic in and out of the Lakes was snarled up partly because the gritters had not prepared the ground before the snow came.
Still, the Lakes looked very pretty yesterday, and the snow reflected brilliantly in the night, so there was a glow of sorts created around the towns and surrounding countryside. For some drivers, however, life was not so cosy last night. Guests who had arrived during the early evening told me that some people had to abandon hopes of getting to their destinations because their vehicles were unable to negotiate the dips and inclines of our Lakeland hills, and many trudged some miles to the nearest town, bought provisions, and then returned to their cars to spend the night. The M6 motorway was closed in the latter part of the evening and people had to sleep in their cars.
For more fortunate souls, already ensconced at home or at a B&B in relative comfort, the Lakeland scenery never looked more spectacular with heavy caps of snow draping manmade structures and flora alike, and creating fairytale landscapes. We found out later, however, that on the main Lake Road, otherwise known as the A591, tailbacks of cars remained at a standstill whilst police tried to organise the removal of vehicles which had lost their traction and were blocking an increasing line of traffic.
Today, Saturday, has turned out quite differently altogether from our snowbound yesterday, Friday. The snow began melting early in the day, and those fabulous muffs of snow have mostly disappeared. I watched today as the snow turned watery and dripped off the small branches of our hedge. It was quite mesmerising really. Before that, however, I had looked out of our kitchen window onto the countryside that forms the backdrop to Blenheim Lodge, our Bed and Breakfast. What a glorious sight greeted my eyes! Light blue skies touched by golden sunlight gleamed between stands of snow-covered trees on a snowy fell-side. I was washing up the dishes at the time, and wish I had had the required expertise of a cameraman to take a photo.
The weather forecast is for all the snow to melt by Sunday’s end. We shall see. I do not have much faith in weather forecasters as they have been proved wrong only yesterday. Meanwhile, I shall simply enjoy what is left of the winter wonderland that this snowfall has created of the landscapes surrounding us. For the time being at least, white, I think, might well prove to be the ‘in’ colour!
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