My favourite season is Winter, but even as I’m typing the word, I’m shaking my head with disbelief.
Growing up in New Zealand in the 70’s & 80’s I was the ultimate Sun Bunny. It was the days before we fully understood the dangers of skin cancer, and I treated tanning like it was an Olympic sport. I’d drench myself in baby oil, chase the last square inch of sun around the back yard, and contort myself like a Russian gymnast to avoid the dreaded white stripes on the inside leg.
Then I moved to Sydney, and it was even hotter. I was more sun savvy then, always slapping on SPF15, but my days were spent having down at the beach, or having barbies by the pool.
Moving to the UK meant waving ‘Bye Bye’ to the long, hot Antipodean summers, and ‘Hello’ to the freezing cold. I was totally unprepared for my first UK Winter – so much so my skin actually got burned by the cold wind (seriously!).
I’d never really seen snow (outside of the ski-fields). I marvelled at how you Brits could walk so easily on the snow and ice, while I had to shuffle along using a weird little duck waddle. I watched, mouth hanging open, at the way people went clubbing in little skirts and strapless tops, when I froze my bits off through two layers of thermal underwear.
Then, something happened. I got used to the cold. In fact, I even started kind’ve loving it – being all buttoned up in my winter woolies, feeling the crisp, cold air on my face.
And now, somehow, Winter has become my favourite season. Not the wet, windy, rotten days, but those amazing snow-covered, blue-skied days when your breath comes in little puffs, and your eyes water, and you find yourself making that ‘Brrrrrrrrr…’ noise when you step outside.
So, without any further ado, here are some of my favourite wintery pics:
|Big Sis’s first snow day!|
|The Ice Hotel grounds, Sweden|
|My bed at the Ice Hotel, Sweden|
|The Chapel of the Snow Castle, Finland|
|The official start of the Arctic Circle|
|Swimming with the icebergs, Finland|