Remember real snowy winters? Throwing snowballs, making snowmen, building igloos out of packed ice, sledging down slopes as if ready for take-off over the trees? Happy memories as vivid as yesterday.
There’s nothing more spectacular than witnessing hills covered with an almost surreal, shining, twinkling snow, brightening the shortest of days. Clouds with a misty yellow hue heralding more snow. Large snowflakes; crystalline beauty creating fairytale wishes come true. St. Catherine’s Hill, blessed with a dramatic copse of trees; leafless, replaced by snow hugging trunks and branches, as if clothing them for the winter chill; affording a different perspective with distant views beyond, glistening and sparkling in the sunlight. Nearby, the banks of the River Itchen, evergreen bushes adorned with snow. A muffled silence as the snow deepens, forming a blanket of serenity and wonder.
From the top of St. Giles’ Hill opens forth a magical vista of Winchester’s center, King Alfred the Great’s statue endorsing the majesty of England’s former capital. Such scenic beauty may never be forgotten or taken for granted.
Image credit: Peter Facey / River Itchen after snow, Winchester