A wintry interlude

We’re sick of photos and status updates about the snow. It wasn’t that much.

But it was pretty, wasn’t it? Especially as it was falling on Saturday night, while everyone (including me) was holed up in cozy pubs, sipping mulled wine. It was all very Jude Law at his local in The Holiday.

Scott was also out, but I think his experience was a bit different from mine. For starters, he was on a stag do and one of the stops was Icebar. On the coldest day of the year. Yeah…I don’t think they were drinking mulled wine either.

We had booked a hotel room in the city, expecting the snow to impact the trains. I retreated to the hotel when the snow got heavier so I could enjoy the room. I love staying in hotels!

I woke up around 2 am and looked around the room. No sign of Scott. I dozed. I switched the television on. I flipped through the hotel guest information binder, looking for nothing in particular but I became an expert on the emergency evacuation process in no time. Finally I heard the key card in the door. Over and over again until the door finally opened. I heard panting.

“Scott?”

No answer. More panting.

I grabbed a bottle of water as a weapon and peered around the door into the other room. It was just Scott. He was trying to get his shoes off. The shoes were soaked through. His hair was wet. He was out of breath. When he turned his back to me, I saw his jeans and coat were covered in snow. He had slipped quite a few times. Either that or he had spent the last hour making snow angels in the street.

But no matter. He made it back through the snow somehow. He made it back to me.

It was like that moment when Jude Law appeared in Cold Mountain (SPOILER ALERT: I’m talking about the first time he reunites with Nicole Kidman after the war, when she almost shoots him in the snowy woods. Not the penultimate scene when he appears in the snow with crows flying around him after an altercation with the Home Guard. Just FYI.)

Anyway, it was just like that, except Scott had come by way of McDonalds, not the American Civil War.

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I was lucky to get a couple of shots of the snow before too many drunk people traipsed through it and before children woke up to roll most of it into snowmen.

The papers and the news programs warn, “Britain faces a month of weather chaos…”

February, you don’t disappoint.