Walking in the Snow

I love the snow.

I have happy memories of sledging on Beverley Westwood as a child. One year we were having such a good time that when the light started to fade we walked into the town for something to eat – then went back out and sledged in the moonlight. Magical.

I’ve had adventures in the snow – there was the time I had to leave work early (mid-morning!!!) because they were going to close the road and if I hadn’t headed home then I wouldn’t have got home at all. There’s only one thing worse than being snowed in, and that’s being snowed out… It took me two and a half hours to do a journey that normally took 40 minutes.

There was the day I struggled all the way in to town for a meeting, parked the car as the snow started to fall heavily, walked in, said hello to everyone, then turned round and went straight back home.

Driving in the snow doesn’t faze me. And until recently, walking in the snow didn’t faze me either.

But a couple of weeks ago, when the weather turned chilly at the start of the year, I fell on the ice.

I’m fully recovered – when it first happened, my neck hurt, and I ached like billy-o for a few days, but everything’s better now.

The trouble is, it’s knocked my confidence. The other day I found myself walking down the steps at the back of my house one by one, holding on to the rail. I came down those steps like an old woman.

Maybe it’s just sensible, a perfectly reasonable response – after all, I don’t want to fall again, which is fair enough. Maybe it’s just temporary, and I’ll get over it. Maybe with more snow forecast, I’ll get used to it and my confidence will return. Maybe.

But yesterday, when the early morning fog cleared and the sun came out, I wanted to go for a walk. It was a beautiful winter’s day. I decided not to go for a walk. I told myself it was because I didn’t want to go out in the cold and then come back in trailing wet footprints all over the kitchen floor. But really, it was because I didn’t want to risk slipping and falling again.

And that’s a shame. I need to get over that.

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. oldhowie says:

    Went for a really atmosphere walk yesterday

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    1. I saw your photos on Facebook. Know anyone who could paint it??

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  2. Joan Mudd says:

    I am right there with you. I dare not leave the house with this snow on the ground seeing as previously, I managed to slip and fall on what was only a slightly damp driveway. The resulting broken foot still aches. I think to myself what’s the point in going out and taking another risk in all this snow. Then I think that I don’t want to be that person who is fearful but then neither do I want to be that person with my leg in a plastic boot thingy for another 6 weeks. Decisions, decisions. I think that you are doing the right thing. Stay in.

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    1. The next sunny snowy day, I’ll be out in it. I may also be the one that slides gracefully but inexorably into the canal… xx

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  3. janeyjump says:

    I’m terrified of slippery surfaces, but I’ve got some spikes that i put over my shoes and continue to bomb along with my walking poles in ALL weathers. It SO beautiful at the moment.

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    1. I think I need something like that!!

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