I was on half a days leave, and was cycling home when the real flakes began to fall. The wind was blowing strongly too, so my face was being stung by the flakes.
The ground was becoming white quite quickly, and so by the time that I had reached Highfields, it was beginning to look a bit like Switzerland.
As it was all fresh snow, there weren't that many footprints about, so I stopped off and took a few photos of the different scenes.
I don't know whether it was just the snow, or some knock-on effects, but it took Gail and I the best part of two hours to drive into the city centre for a photoshoot, whereas, it normally only takes about 15-20 minutes.
All the roads were gridlocked. Nothing was moving. In fact it took us the best part of half an hour to drive along the road next to Highfields. Something we can usually do in about five minutes.
Your pictures are wonderful!I imagine it was a magical moment, cycling while the snow was falling from the sky!
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Léia
amazing how so little snow stops eveything moving here whilst in other countries they just get on with it.
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