Snowfall in the suburbs:
wear Father Christmas beards.
Yes, it deserves an accompanying photo, but there has been so much talk recently about using cameras in public places that I was hesitant to take one. In central London yesterday there was little more than:
A silent scampering of snow
but half way through the afternoon, when I headed west on a train from Paddington, it was still apparent that there had been far more snow outside the capital.