Tag Archives: snow

Snow Doubt About It

There are days when getting outside for a walk is a struggle.  Too many jobs to do, that awkward call to make, the badly scheduled appointment. And then there’s snow. We don’t get a lot of snow in South London. … Continue reading

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Gotta New Motor

It’s rather incredible to me that someone with the money to buy a Lamborghini does not have the sense to avoid somewhere covered in snow. Today, a rather murky sort of day it has to be admitted, I was pulling … Continue reading

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First day Of Spring

So on the first day of spring, we had weather that was anything but… This ditty was one of Dad’s favourites SPRING HAS SPRUNG THE GRASS IS RIZ, I WONDER WHERE THE BIRDIE IS? THE BIRD IS ON THE WING! BUT … Continue reading

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F is for Frozen #atozchallenge

For the last two years I’ve joined in the #atozchallenge, namely to post every weekday in April using each letter of the alphabet in turn. In 2015 it was places I’d been to, in 2016 it was London themed. This … Continue reading

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My Love Affair With Snow #poem #poetry

I thought I’d share a poem I wrote a while back, on one of those rare days when London is thrown into complete chaos by a dumping of snow; today is frost-crisp and enticing for dog and man to wrap … Continue reading

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…. Only Inadequate Clothing

‘There’s no such thing as bad weather, only inadequate clothing’ Alfred Wainwright  He was talking about walking the English Lake District but as a child it would have been just as applicable indoors as out. I awake to a dusting of … Continue reading

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Neutered by technology

I have been in the south of France for a few days. Skiing. Poor me, eh? This was a long arranged  dad’s and daughters trip (the inappropriately named ‘Double Dees’, using a friend’s house just outside Bourg St Martin. We skied … Continue reading

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