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Thursday, February 05, 2009

Jack Frost nipping at your nose

Staring out of the staff room window I'm struck by the magical transformation effected by the snow we've had today. The pavement oysters and fag packets and pre-owned chicken Chow Meins of the townsfolk are hidden beneath a fluffy dove grey blanket. Yet again I'm struck by winter's potential to reveal the potential beauty of the place.

A thirty-foot glacier should do the trick.


Ladybird World Mother said...

!!!! Just spat out my tea. Its all over keyboard and desk.
Oh dear, will have to read that again. Great stuff.

Gadjo Dilo said...

Maybe if the glacier is large enough it'll slowly grind it's way out to sea leaving Helminthdale looking like a rather picturesque Norwegian fjord.

librarylizzie said...

Even Sheffield looked quite romantic yesterday, in the snow. And it's not often you'd hear that said about anywhere in South Yorkshire, let alone Sheffield.

The Topiary Cow said...

Even a 30-foot drift will soon be dotted with cigarette butts.