‘The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold … And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold’ … from the poem ‘The Destruction of Sennacherib’ by Lord Byron. Best spoken aloud while galloping on a fiery steed … otherwise, worth a galloping read…
The Beast from the East was not quite as destructive and colourful as ‘the cohorts gleaming in purple and gold’ but the big freeze came to Barnes and ice blocked our boiler pipe on the two coldest nights of the year. We hugged hot water bottles and survived the icy blast, welcoming the plumber, who came bearing a hair drier!
We’ve had snow in the past six years but not such a biting wind, which lowered the temperature to the point that the spring flowers wilted with shock.
The snow didn’t last long. But the wind pinched our ears and the brown bear coat I bought in the ‘Anthropologie’ sale came into its own. Exceptionally cosy!
I am always drawn to colours but the ‘grimmity’ of this weather comes over best in monochrome – this is how it was as I trudged along.
A dainty footprint
Everyday life – highlighted – fairly chaotic?!
Crossing the road …
Garden wall
Posh tyres remind me of a snake’s skeleton …
Squashed foot
Big yeti
And after a while, the sun returned …
Barnes Pond – March 2018
The Beast was repelled for the moment but continued to lurk in the shadows.