It’s minus three and the wind chill factor makes it feel colder.
top of Lower Shaw Lane, Swindon, in the snow
But Old Shaw Lane is a sea of white calm. Despite our frozen digits, it feels like we’re in Narnia as we walk past the toboganists on Shaw Ridge.
lower shaw farm, shaw, swindon, in the snow
And there’s a distinctive holiday air to the West Swindon Centre.
A squabble of leggy teenagers in Costa leave a trial of snow as they stamp their Uggs. (Add a shot of Drambuie to your Latte, squint slightly and you can imagine yourself in Kitzbuhel or Chamonix.)
Then you open your eyes fully and do a quick reality check. Yes, the Berghauses and North Face parkas still outnumber the shellsuits and trainers. But only just.
And what about that bloke in the shorts and fitflops?
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