Putting aside the trauma caused by the inadequacies of our rail transport system, something I find shameful to put it politely, the heavy rain that's currently sweeping across South East England has plunged me into new depths of winter despair.
Am I then alone in my belief that the snow where've had, washed by an often peach-tinted sun and blue sky, actually does more to lift our spirits at this sullen time of year than we give credit for?
The thought of another two months of wind, rain and wrist-slashing grey cloud is enough send me into hibernation. Preferably in a cellar full of vintage port of course!
On the other hand it could just be down to the wonderful time I've had in recent weeks whilst living out a dream, held since childhood, of what winter woodland hunting could and should be like each year.
PLEASE bring back the snow!
Cheers
Am I then alone in my belief that the snow where've had, washed by an often peach-tinted sun and blue sky, actually does more to lift our spirits at this sullen time of year than we give credit for?
The thought of another two months of wind, rain and wrist-slashing grey cloud is enough send me into hibernation. Preferably in a cellar full of vintage port of course!
On the other hand it could just be down to the wonderful time I've had in recent weeks whilst living out a dream, held since childhood, of what winter woodland hunting could and should be like each year.
PLEASE bring back the snow!
Cheers