|View from our front door at seven thirty on Boxing Day|
Last night it snowed. Within three hours, a good eight or nine inches fell all over Sheffield. I hobbled down to the pub with my nasty friend Gordon Gout only to find that the landlady had decided to shut up shop half an hour early so I only managed two pints of foaming bitter. Sheffield is an exceptionally hilly city so when snow falls we suffer major traffic disruption. Motor vehicles skid and sometimes slide into each other. It is best to stay put when the snow comes down. And all around the quietness that fresh fallen snow brings - deadening sound, softening the cityscape...
|View down our street last night|
|View up our street last night|
|Beau (left) and Peep (right) braving the winter snow this morning|