It is almost noon on Sunday and three weeks since we were covered by the largest and longest blanket of snow I can remember in years. The low temperatures ensured that snow lifted very slowly, with patches of pavement and road surface appearing in increments and huge mounds of snow standing defiantly, the remnants of human shovelling or ploughing. What was left had turned to thick ice so that three weeks later the city still looked battle scarred. For the first time yesterday however, I felt able to go out without my walking books which have hitherto given me a sense of balance and confidence.
Today however, this morning there is a nice heavy fall of snow that has again painted everything white and the promise of a white Christmas looks like it may well be fulfilled.
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