Sleepy UK villages in the snow are old hat to me as I was lucky enough to grow up in the countryside. whether you are just Four or Forty, we all get butterflies in our tummy from throwing open the curtains and realising that snow has been falling throughout the night. Everything is covered and the thought of living in the middle of nowhere suddenly becomes appealing. As long as you have supplies of course.
Puddles left on the kitchen floor, wellies are thrown to the side, radiators lined with wet socks and frozen gloves, Mothers everywhere desperately digging to the bottom of the closet room shoe boxes in the hope of finding dry gloves to warm their children’s hands. Many resorting to socks, hands tucked in jumpers or squeezed between the back of the knees.
We all have a memory of snow and my favourite childhood memory takes me back to how simple our lives were as kids. We never had a sledge but instead sneaked our Mother’s favourite metal tea trays from the kitchen and used them to slide full speed down the Chiltern hills instead.
Without further ado, I bring to you a photo heavy post of our beautiful Bedfordshire village in the snow.