Living in the city I am used to getting about when it snows. Today I gave up half way to Chingford for my history group tet-together, mainly as I didn't want to be stranded there. At first I was reading, vaguely aware of it snowing through the steamed-up windows, and that the bus moving slowly. Then I realised how deep it had got. I rang ahead to find all the others had given up, so got off the bus, crossed over the road and luckily got a bus going to Walthamstow bus station within minutes. The bus went carefully, and longer than usual to get over junctions but otherwise made reasonable time. I was at the front on the top deck, and it seemed an old fashioned picture seeing the snowy landscape, and not at all like the London I am used to - even though it snows in London most years, though you wouldn't believe this the way people (particularly the media) go on.
Walthamstow Central station is only 2 miles from home, so as long as I reached there felt I would be able to get home even if they stopped the buses). But the buses were still running, so I waited - with a really pretty, snowy view! The bus I got was terminating at the bus garage - just over half way, so when I got out I started walking.
There was a wagtail flittering about, its tail going up and down. Strange to see it flitting across the High Road, especially in the snow!
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