My village of Eynsham in west Oxfordshire rarely gets snow. But yesterday it began to fall about 4o’clock in the afternoon and continued to fall for the next 12 hours. I went out about midnight last night to see what was going on. The view down the Pug Lane alley at the back of our house looked so pretty:
And Mill Street looked beautiful with three inches of snow:
The Bartholomew Room in the Square still had its Christmas lights on:
At the village Post Office all was quiet:
This morning nearly eight inches of snow lay on the ground.
I haven’t seen snow where I live so deep since the winter of 1981. I went for a quick potter round the village. The roads hadn’t been treated and there were no buses:
My favourite shop in the world was open for business:
The snow had settled very picturesquely on the church tower and porch:
I trudged down towards to the tollbridge to see if any traffic was getting through anywhere. But judging by the tracks, only a few cars had braved the elements:
Down by the Thames, the snow lay deep on the branches making everything look like a Japanese print by Hokusai:
I was fascinated with the birds I saw; a dozen long-tailed tits flitting, a goldfinch singing by the Wharf stream, and best of all, perhaps 30 redwings plucking berries from a tree. Here’s one I managed to get quite close to:
They were suddenly startled by a hungry sparrowhawk – I saw his unmistakable silhouette swoop over me against the white sky.