It's Snow Time

The snow hasn't stopped since I got here. Sometimes it's frozen, sometimes it's fluffy and pretty, often it's disgusting grey slush that gets everywhere.

I hadn't bought any decent snow boots with me, much to the amusement of my colleagues, and repeatedly had to go home and change my sodden socks. So I finally succumbed and got the cheapest pair I could find.

The consistency of it is pretty amazing. It's not like the UK, where we'll get a few inches occasionally and it'll stick around. Nor is it like Norway where it'll be feet deep overnight. It just keeps coming. Never getting deep, never entirely going. It's just always there.

Even the crossing signs have to brave the snow

It makes for some great photos, but it's getting me down a little. I'm tired of constantly having a wet cold coat, trousers, socks, etc. Saying that, from what everyone says, when the extreme hot summers arrive I'll be praying for the snow. So watch this space in 3 months.