There is nothing more Christmassy than opening the curtains in the morning to see sheets of snow dusted over everything in site. Well this weekend, the country had its heaviest snowfall in years and as it happened, I was off to see family for a festive few days.
My first stop was a village on the outskirts of Shrewsbury to see my cousin and her family. I tried my best to be brave driving in the snow and ice, but the closer I got to the Midlands, the heavier the snowfall became. I was very relieved to arrive so I could relax in the knowledge that I had nowhere else I needed to be for the rest of the day.
After a hot drink and a catch up, we ventured out on foot to see how pretty the village was looking in the snow. Everything looks so much more picturesque when it’s been snowing, although we couldn’t see much through the heavy flurries that continued throughout the day.
It was the first time my 17 month old nephew had seen snow, however he was more concerned with his midday nap. Luckily my erratic pram steering didn’t wake him!
Getting back to the house, the first port of call was the kettle for a toasty drink to warm us back up. My cousin had seen some Christmas cards that had been decorated using children’s hand-prints and foot-prints so we thought my nephew could give it a go. Covering a toddler in paint is a dangerous choice, but the damage was minimal and we ended up with a kitchen table full of Rudolphs and angels drying out ready to be the cutest Christmas card front covers.
I was hoping that the snow would hold off overnight so that my drive to Aberystwyth the following day wouldn’t require ploughing through a whiteout. But when I woke, it was whiter than white as far as the eye could see! Starting off tentatively, it was very eerie as mine was the only car on the roads for miles. I drove on the edge of my seat for the whole two hours and occasionally skidded on the black ice. But by the time I got home, everything looked so beautiful that I forgot how tense I’d been on what felt like an endless journey.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any more festive, out came the decorations! No matter how old I get, the annual Sunday afternoon spent dressing the tree and putting up the outside lights is so exciting. Once the decorations are up, it’s hard to remember how the house looked without them.
With the decs up, snow beneath our feet and festive songs playing in every shop and store, the countdown to Christmas has well and truly begun. I may be 22, but I’m just as excited as ever!