Since I haven't got much else to say, I'm going to fall back on that great staple of English Conversation; the weather.
Boy, there was a chill in the air as we walked to the station this morning. It was wonderful. We may not have had the snow that others have but it felt like a wonderful prelude to the season to come. I mean, it's only the middle of November and we've had snowfall in the southern half of England. Is this a sign that the people who were forecasting a harsh winter were correct in doing so? I hope so.
It's a long time since we had a truly cold, snow-filled winter around these parts. Granted, over the last couple of years there have been sudden cold snaps and heavy snowfalls that have caused our roads and rail systems to grind to a halt but they were short-lived.
What I want to see is a prolonged spell of cold weather with a lot of snow falling over a longer period of time. That way our travel network shouldn't be disrupted too much and we get to enjoy some wintry beauty, the like of which has been rarely seen in recent years. It would be wonderful to wake up one morning and open the curtains to see white rooftops marching down the hill and snow-covered hills on the other side of the valley, to open the door and be greeted with perfect silence, to feel the crunch of snow underfoot when you go outside.
To reawaken the memories of what winter is really like.