At the beginning of February, we were treated to three days of perfect, snowy weather – in Oxfordshire! It snowed all through Thursday night; and the schools were closed on Friday. Saturday was simply glorious, with blue sky and only a light breeze. In great excitement, Little Brother and I took our sledges, and headed up White Horse Hill which, at a fearsome 261 metres, is the highest point in Oxfordshire.
The snow was fabulous, completely covering the landscape. There was no sign of the White Horse! I had expected to have to share the snow with lots of other people but, to our complete amazement, there was hardly anyone else around. The snow muffled all sound and everything was very quiet and serene.
The lower slopes were still covered with deep snow which had hardly been touched. It was a bit too deep to be good for sledging, so we continued upwards towards Uffington Castle.
Uffington Castle is an Iron Age hill fort. It’s a huge flat area protected by a double ring of ramparts and a ditch.
It seemed like another world: there was so much snow on the flat area that it was nearly the same height as the ramparts.
The sledging was great on the slopes of Uffington Castle, and we spent a glorious two hours there, fuelled by homemade flapjack.
About an hour before sunset, I felt we should begin making our way down.
A wonderful surprise was being able to sledge all the way down the lower slopes, which we hadn’t managed earlier. During the course of the afternoon, the snow on the lower slopes had magically transformed itself into something that was perfect for sledging. There was still hardly anyone around.
We reached the car just as the sun set, which meant that we were home before the roads froze over again. We’d had a brilliant day, and another fantastic day was to follow on the Sunday but, because the snow had largely ‘disappeared’ by the time we woke up on Monday morning, we were all inclined to wonder if it had been nothing but a dream. It had certainly been the perfect three-day winter weekend!