If you’re in the UK it’s very likely you were hit by Storm Emma. I live in the South West of England, which was issued a very rare red weather warning due to the amount of snow we were expected to get. There were rumours that we would be snowed in for days! Being a typical pessimistic Brit I ignored all the warnings and laughed at the ridiculousness of people panic buying bread.
Thursday 1st of March:
The so-called ‘Beast from the East’ was supposed to arrive today! The weather report said it would snow all day. It didn’t. I was sat in my office, listening as people called to say they weren’t coming in….despite there not being any snow in sight. Occasionally I’d glance out the window in the hopes of seeing some snow while my colleagues made a lot of sarcastic jokes about not being able to get home.
After lunch Storm Emma finally made her appearance! Suddenly we were all looking out the window as the extremely heavy snow covered cars, pathways and saying “oh my God it actually happened!” At 3pm the director sent round an email saying to finish what we were working on so we could leave early and that the office would be closed on Friday. SNOW DAY! 3 DAY WEEKEND!
A friend from work gave me a lift home and this was the walk down my road at about 4:15pm.
Gaston’s first snow!
Practically snowed in!
Friday 2nd of March:
Friday morning it was confirmed my mother also had a snow day! So after watching my cat, Gaston, explore his first snow for quite a while we both then put on a tonne of layers and braved the outdoors. We went for a walk and saw loads of kids sledding down hills, which made me really sad that I didn’t own a sled, and ended up in town. While some shops were still open (absolute madness) and the town was busy no one was actually shopping, just playing and looking at the snow. I got some really pretty pictures of the church in the centre of town. Prepare for a spam of pictures…
Ready to brave the outdoors.
We got home, put on a movie and had some lunch and then went back out to build a snowman and attempt a little, cat-sized, Igloo. Surprisingly the Igloo turned out pretty well and Gaston loved it! The snowman was so much work! I’ve never built one as an adult so didn’t realise how hard it is. He was a bit of a disappointment to start with as he was so small but we grew to love him. I think he is utterly adorable now. I’m very proud of our little snowman!
An icy snowdrift.
My back garden.
The Igloo we attempted to make for Gaston.
He loved it!
Meet Mr Barnum…The Greatest Snowman!
We came back inside both absolutely freezing and exhausted! I got changed into my cosy PJs, dressing gown and slipper boots and we then spent the rest of the afternoon watching movies and drinking hot chocolate. It was an amazing snow day!
I hope you enjoyed this post! Did you get to have a snow day too? What did you get up to?