It can be fun! If you just let it

If you're one of those people who loathe snow … look away now! Because I'm about to extol the virtues of that wonderful, magical, fabulous winter wonderland-creating white stuff.

Yes, sorry if it makes you shiver, but I happen to love snow. And I've loved it since I was a little girl. Love it. The look of it. The sound, or lack thereof. The crisp freshness. I love watching it fall. Love being in it. Just … love it. And I'm convinced that, no matter what your personal prejudices against it, I can persuade you to view snow in a new light and to recapture some of that childhood enthusiasm you once had. I wish I could tell you why I love snow so much. It's not because I was born after a heavy snowfall and my mum had to climb over a pile of snow to get to the ambulance. I'm certainly  a 'snow-baby' but I don't think that's the reason at all.

Surely everyone appreciates just a little bit of fun in the snow? 

I do feel an affinity with the snow and that might be because the Derbyshire winters in the 1970s, as I grew up, were long and snowy. It might be that I was lucky enough to have a garden big enough to gather enough snow to build a big snowman every year. It might be that my Nana, who lived with us during my teenage years, was every bit as snow-enthusiastic as me and loved to go out for a good snowball fight. It might be too much Narnia and Hans Christian Andersen.


But the thing with snow is, that as we grow older, it gets in the way of the things we want to do. It slows us down, it cancels things we want to do and the falls we take on icy pavements hurt a lot more than they did when we were children. You see, I do understand why people don't like snow. And I've had my snow incidents too. I've waited an hour in a blizzard for buses that never come. I've walked 3 miles from school through knee-deep snow drifts. I've fallen, badly, and hurt my back. I've had a black eye from a snowball fight and I found my one attempt at tobogganing (admittedly using school dining hall tray) a terrifying experience. But I love standing and walking in the snow. So much so that, when snow is due, I've been known to delay a trip to the post box until it starts to really blizzard. Am I barmy? Perhaps. But really I think I'm on to something and truly believe that it's largely down to the dramatic approach of the national media that we view snow so negatively. When everyone else wants to batten down the hatches I want to wrap up and head outside.


Even Chatsworth House can benefit from a dusting of snow

Because beautiful, perfect, thick, heavy snow is so rare in the UK and I am determined to enjoy every moment of it. Yes, that might involve drying out and warming up with a hot chocolate when I get back inside, but that's part of snow's charm.  I don't think it's childish that my childlike excitement at the first snowfall of the season is every bit as strong now as it ever was. I'll happily tell people that the most beautiful sight I ever saw was a snow-covered Niagara Falls. Parks were thigh-deep in fresh, perfect snow and everything around the Falls, because of the frigid air and the mist from the massive waterfalls, was clad in thick layers of ice, making everything look like it was made of crystal and frosted in sugar. Over the years, I've discovered that my relentless cheeriness when snow is due bewilders most adults of my acquaintance. But even now the sight of snow falling can keep me awake all night with childlike anticipation.

I can sense you're still not converted. But before you give up on snow love for good, picture this. Big, fat flakes tumble down towards you from an ink black sky. As they land on the dark earth they blanket everything - grass, soil, brick and tile - in a uniform coat of brilliant, sparkling white. The landscape falls under winter's touch as nature's icing sugar dusts every plant, tree and home. Come morning the pristine duvet crunches under foot as you venture out, cosy, wool-wrapped and sure-footed.

Okay, you may be cold, the wind's blowing drifts of snow up your nose and you're slipping all the way to the bus stop, but at least try to imagine. It'll make the winter go along much more pleasantly.