We’re all moved and getting settled back in our old place (coughcough-in-laws-coughcough) and now that we’re here I’m feeling a lot better about the whole thing. Determined. I don’t think anyone pictures being roommates with anyone at all after getting married-let alone with family-but it really is a good opportunity for us to take care of business, and it’s nice of Jon’s parents to welcome us here. So I’m keeping my chin up, dammit. Besides, it was our decision, and even that is a privilege. We are lucky. We will make the most of this.
Snow finally arrived in England the day we left our flat. And it was beautiful. I thought it would be a light dusting, but it just kept coming! If Jon hadn’t been so ill, and if we hadn’t been in the midst of moving, I would have liked to take a seaside walk in the snow. Alas, that didn’t happen.
Just the beginning of the hours of snow that followed.
Pigeons cowering against the building across the street, huddled for warmth.
I love when people use umbrellas in the snow. It’s weirdly adorable.
However, the view is far different up north in the quiet bit of small village that is Lindfield, our new/old home. It snowed all day and we woke up to this yesterday morning…a still, peaceful, gorgeous winter wonderland.
And that vignette, my friends, is enough to cheer any girl up.