I remember when, 2
years ago, Britain descended into turmoil over the fact all the cabbages were
buried under snow for several weeks.
It was plastered all
over the news channels and newspapers as Britain struggled through the ‘Big
Freeze’. I understand that snow can cause big problems for a lot of people for
lots of different reasons, but I think the UK can live without cabbage for a
few months or so.
I do think what
happened 2 years ago was a bit of an overreaction; I know the freeze disrupted
a lot of transport and caused the country to lose out on some vegetables, but
the snow overruled many other important news stories for weeks and weeks.
Snow isn’t all bad;
everyone, at some point, whether you’re young or old, has been sledging at some
interval in their life. And for the small percentage of people of Britain who
haven’t, you’ve at least thought about it. Come on.
I had the joy of
going sledging last night although it didn’t last long; it was dark, I had a
face full of snow and I was travelling at high speed and I ended up crashing
into a goal post, which left me unable to get back up the hill. But whilst it
was lasted, it was brilliant fun. I think there’s something about the prospect
of racing down a hill on a thin sheet of plastic that gets everyone a little
excited.
Another thing I love
about the snow is the way it brightens everywhere up. This morning when I
opened my curtains, I nearly had to shut them again; the sun reflecting off the
snow, and the fact everywhere was perfect white was too much for my sleepy
eyes. It was like staring directly at the sun everywhere you looked. But
there’s nothing like the way the snow blankets absolutely everything. Roofs,
trees, roads, paths, steps, cars, drive and even cats when they go out to inspect
the snow. Mine came back as part snowball, part cat. It’s almost worth waking
up early, just to see the unspoilt snow, before all the cars drive on it and
people walk on it. My mum always refuses to let me and my sister in the back
garden when it snows, simply because the lawn looks so pretty, with the bird
prints on top. I don’t blame her really.
Last night, when I
was sledging, I stood at the top of the hill, admiring the view. I could just
about see the castle behind the snow covered trees, with the dark sky in the
background. It looked fantastic; the white outline of the trees standing out
against the muggy black sky. Then I climbed in my sled and sailed down the
slope, clinging on for dear life.
So, snow does have
its bad points, and I understand that, but personally I think the good points
of snow outweigh the bad. You may as well enjoy it whilst is lasts, because
then it just turns to rain again. Boring.
