As I’m off work this week, I’ve taken the opportunity to take some pictures round Sheffield of the snow. There is a selection below from two separate trips, one round Bole Hill in Crookes at sunset on Sunday, the other from earlier today down Manchester Road and of the Rivelin Valley.
Here a couple – I’ve put the full lot on my Flickr account.
Took this one on Bole Hill. It was pretty tough to line up the sun in a tiny ice droplet, while standing on snow and with shivering hands!
Also on Bolehill, I found this rusty pairs of keys on a bench. I guess they’d been there for a while, but thought it best to leave them in case someone came looking for them.
Towards sunset, a couple more photographers popped up to Bolehill, though they were easily outnumbered by the very excited dogs and their owners. This is one of the photographers, looking at the view.
These two are of the Rivelin Valley, on a path which leads from Moorbank Road, in Crosspool. I was unsure, trudging through ever deeper snow, whether I’d actually make it to the path, but the view made it all worth it. However, once I climbed further up the hill, I stopped myself going any further.
Even walking on West Street this morning, I could help but smile at the snow. The complaints about the country not being prepared and grinding to a halt because of snow have become a tired cliche. I was pleased to read this on a BBC article titled ‘Why do we get excited about snow’ , from an author on British weather:
“Despite three consecutive years of significant snow, we still find it a novelty. That might not be unrelated to a long period – 1989 to 2002 – where the westerlies didn’t weaken and we had mild winters, says Mr Eden.
If you were born in the 1980s or 1990s, the recent snowy years must seem rather exciting. Mr Eden concedes there might very well be a relationship between snow fascination and snow frequency in the UK.”
Well this child of the 80′s couldn’t agree more. It is exciting, and in my mind still quite rare, so if you can, enjoy it!
