To wake up in London and find myself in the midst of a winter wonderland. London doesn’t really do snow. There are the occasional flurries or an inch or two that hug the pavements for minutes rather than hours, but generally London is more about the rain than the snow. Not today.
When I woke up and looked out I could scarcely believe my eyes. I called a friend who lives close by and we arranged to meet asap and risk our limbs to walk the streets and take some snaps. There was such an atmosphere outside; everyone was so excited, clicking away with their cameras and talking like long lost friends – we forgot that we were in a sophisticated metropolis where strangers stay strangers. We walked towards Hyde Park and couldn’t help but stop every few seconds to take another shot. It wasn’t that seeing snow was a surprise but London, London covered in snow – it just didn’t compute.
Everything has ground to a halt – shops closed early today, the West end cancelled their performances and bus and tube services were suspended. More snow is predicted so who knows what tomorrow will bring. xv