Our first snow came a few weeks before Christmas but it didn’t last. Again across Christmas and into the new year it snowed but nothing much. There was snow down in the south of England and London had some so perhaps quite rightly, or perhaps not, this merited front page newspaper reporting.
As I type today we had seen some more snow flurries and yesterday in the sunshine the snow covered mountain tops looked majestic. I am reading at present “The Thunder Dragon Kingdom” by Steve Berry and it takes me right back to my time trekking in Bhutan. When I was in Bhutan there was snow to be seen on the distant high peaks but I had the pleasure to be walking at altitudes of up to fourteen thousand feet in glorious warm sunshine almost every day. Only at night did the temperature plummet, often hovering around or below freezing even inside my tent on the nights when we camped at higher altitudes.
During the evening, everyone would gather around a massive camp fire and we took it in turns after supper to recite poetry or tell stories whilst Bhutanese Army Welfare whisky was passed around. I was not surprised when reading Steve’s book that one of the vital parts of his treks stores were a couple of cases of Glenfiddich!