After a short trip to London on Thursday night, I arrived home in Essex on Friday feeling as though I'd stepped through the secret door to Narnia, bar the evil woman on sleigh.
My rural town had become Lapland overnight, without Rudolph or Santa's grotto. Although with so much unexpected snow some of my mates took a more modern approach to the white weather:
DIY Ski resort:
Snowboard at the ready...
Apparently the local park, with a noticeable hill, turned into a slope for a thriving
snow-riding hot-spot, but with no chair lifts obviously.
Pubs in the town reportedly welcomed in many of the day's athletes for Apres-ski.
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