Sunday morning and with snow falling determinedly, I decided to trot down to Camden to buy a pair of wellies.
I’ve been wearing my trusty Prada wellies which aren’t wellies at all.They’ve been fabulous for the past seven years, from LA to Europe and many miles beyond. However with snow falling and icy conditions, they’re quite difficult to walk in as they don’t have any grip.
So I slid carefully down to Camden, tried on a pair of wellies, bought them and then, with wellies on, I tromped off along Regents Canal in the snow.
It was quiet, white and magical.
I turned up Gloucester Avenue, walked past The Engineer pub filled with happy families having Sunday lunch before tromping over to Primrose HIll.
I’ve loved Primrose Hill through all the seasons and snow is no exception. Squeals of delight, laughter and a few tears as families, teenagers, old and young slid and sledged down the hill as the snow turned from white to brown.
It’s a lovely Sunday afternoon, the only thing missing is Letad.