We have recently had some snow - not the heavy falls of Canada and the like, but enough to cause some problems in this part of the country. Bristol is usually fairly mild, and we in Keynsham, once a little town on the edge of the city, now an outlying suburb, usually share in its weather patterns.
However a week or so ago we awoke to a glorious white world, and nature forced everyone whether they wished it or not, to slow down and start looking all around them, even if it was only to find a secure footing on the icy pavements. Neighbours started to talk to each other, checking on the welfare of the elderly or housebound. Children couldn't get to school and spent the days tobogganing on the hills nearby, often accompanied by parents who hadn't been able to get to work. Our 24/7 culture took a hit - and (almost) everyone loved it. After a snowy week or so, it all melted, and a more rested and refreshed community returned to the daily grind of timetables, phonecalls, appointments, commitments ...
So you see, being snowed in was rather enjoyable for most of us.
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