The snow that fell on Sunday and yesterday is already nearly gone as it's been about 3°C for most of today. I did have time to make a snowman before it started warming up yesterday evening, but it really wasn't very good. There were some excellent ones over on the cycling forum I'm an admin of though.
Snow is always a bit disappointing for me because it's never since been a good as it was when I was seven. Here's what I wrote in my diary on 12th January 1987:
On Monday the 12th of January 1987 we had two feet of snow and the temperature was minus ten all day. Dad, Ellen and I all went for a walk and I kept on throwing snowballs at dad. When he threw them at us, we (Ellen and I) kept on falling in the snow on purpose. We went to see Heather Crisp and she gave us two handfulls of toffees, one for me and one for Ellen, but we shared them out.
Bournemouth Park Road (Where it was cleared) looked like short bread laid out baking on the road. But really it wasn't baking it was freezing!
(Yes, I have socks on my hands - I'd run out of dry gloves)
The most impressive thing about the snow in 1987 was when it started to thaw and there were giant icicles hanging from everyone's gutters. I imagine there would have been a good number of insurance claims for detached guttering after that.
I took my dad's D70 out into the garden last night and got photos of the moon throughout the eclipse. The results can be seen in my gallery.
One of our six poor abused tomato plants has finally produced its first ripe tomato.
My dad sowed the seeds some time in March I think, and they sat on the window sill in the kitchen until I got round to buying a couple of growbags in June.
The plants are now covered in so many tomatoes that they've collapsed, but so far only this one has ripened.