That’s me this afternoon in Regent’s Park, muffled up against the cold. (For credits, see end of post.) Fortunately it’s not been at all windy, so there’s no biting chill in the air, just a general nippiness all round.
It was gently snowing, and there was a good three inches of snow on my roof when I woke up early this morning. I wasn’t much inclined to leave the house but by 1430hrs I had cabin fever. I pulled on many, many layers of warm stuff, and my non-slip Hunter snow boots, and trudged up to Regent’s Park, which is handily at the top of my road, a brisk five minutes away.
I was utterly astonished that with such a winter wonderland open for play, minutes from central London, that hardly anyone had ventured in there. I knew from Twitter that nearby Primrose Hill & Hampstead Heath were packed with sledge-ers, but I don’t see the appeal of fighting for space with hundreds of people when the snow isn’t that deep. I’m much more of a snowball fight/build a snowman type of girl. Like these guys:
I walked around for a hour or so, luxuriating in the peace, and the total white out. It was still snowing, but the flakes weren’t thick, and I was toasty warm.
I passed these crazy fools, who, minutes before, had been out on the playing field.
At top: Here I’m luxuriating in my insulated Tommy Hilfiger x Blauer Millerain parka, a very welcome gift last September, which has really come into its own this winter, along with my grey wool Hunter scarf. Underneath I was wearing HeatTech layers: navy long sleeve T shirt, fleecy tights AND leggings over the top, with Hunter knitted shooting stockings and my Boden knitted tunic over all. And thank goodness for my neoprene-lined Hunter Snow boots, with their grippy Vibram soles. I neither went arse over tit nor got cold feet. I love working with Hunter. It is all win.