When the cold moved in, I think it's fair to say that very few of us expected it to last as long as it did. As far as I was concerned, I wanted some snow before the 'evil' Atlantic brought its mild gunk back in. With memories of good falls in Dec 09 and Jan 10 still fresh in the memory, and footage of the NE widely under 30+cm, I was subconsciously aiming big. As the picture son the news of first the NE, then certain other parts of the UK getting good dumpings, I was beginning to resign myself to the fact it was going to be a disappointment IMBY. A couple of forecasted opportunities came and went without anything other than a flurry. We'd been to York on the last weekend in November and got caught in an unexpectedly heavy period of snow, so I was comforting myself with that - although it's somehow never the same if it's not fallen in your own neighbourhood.
And then, on the Friday before the Xmas weekend, another possible chance. By this time, I'd have been happy with a couple of cm's, to give everywhere a festive look. We struck lucky, the snowfall starting as I drove west along the M62 from Manchester, and getting heavier with each mile. By the time I got home, it was accumulating - well it would, given the absolutely frigid ground following weeks of sub-zero temps. And it got heavier, giving a good 12-14cm in 3-4 hours.
We always go out to a country pub for tea on Xmas Eve, and that year we headed NW'wards, roughly toward Southport, but only just outside the border of St Helens. Couldn't believe it - the snow was at least 25cm deep (this a week after the fall). I chose the pub because it's got about 4 fireplaces - when I'd booked I'd asked for a table not far from a fire, and they came good. A platter of good food and a pint in front of me, a crackling real fire on one side, a window looking out onto a white, frozen scene on the other. Just perfect.
I've done a lot of 'snow safaris' in my time! Both into the Pennines & the Peak District.
Originally Posted by: Saint Snow