Walking Through a Wimbledon Wonderland

Early Sunday morning, the snow had settled, compact onto the London ground. It was pure, white, untouched. So I bundled up, grabbed my camera and walked across the street to a Wintery white Wimbledon Common.

White cloaked branches, stillness.

A silence swept through the woods, the occasional walkers passing by with a morning nod.

Remnants of Autumn, seasons confused.

A bit slippery for cycling…

…but some were determined to try!

And as the morning inched on, the screams and squeals of happy children rang out through the trees.

They had found a nice hill for sledding (or sledging as they say over here…).

Even the parents were enjoying themselves.

And the dogs…

Snowmen in every size and shaped popped up across the common.

Some still in progress.

And one with snow arms instead of branches.

Families took the opportunity to have a day out together.

But parts of the common were sleek, white and empty.

This man was chopping wood on his fancy machine and I thought how nice it would be to have a fireplace.

The windmill nearly blended in with the pale white sky.

And the fields stretched on, hazy white.

Snow gathered in all of nature’s nooks and crannies.

Parts of the common were already Spring green.

Crows stood on branches with cold feet.

Waiting for food…

I walked by one of the lakes, not quite frozen, but slushy with a hard enough surface that the birds could walk across.

Swans sat on the edge, hopefully with some thick feathers…

I love the magic of snow, its power of transformation.

What did you get up on the Sunday Snow Day?

A Winter Walk on Wimbledon Common

Wimbledon Common is my new backyard, literally across the street from my new flat and so I took advantage of a lovely day to go exploring. I swished my feet through layers of dried Autumn leaves, filling pathways, dodged the muddy puddles and took deep gulps of fresh earth-scented air. It was nice to be outdoors. It’s a vast space, full of wooded trails, bogs and ponds and a Windmill Museum. I walked for hours, passing families, joggers, people walking their dogs. It was by no means crowded but it wasn’t deserted either and people passing would give the otherwise unthinkable nod hello in the happy wooded environment. I snapped a few photos along the way.

Swan Swimming

Swan Head


Fallen Tree



Black and White Bark

Winter Woods

More from my wander another day. For now, enjoy the last day of the year and go out with a bang. Happy new year’s eve, everyone! Thanks for all of your support this year and your lovely comments that always make my day!

I Spy with my Little Eye… A Robin!

Back home, we always say it’s not Spring until you’ve seen the first robin, which is usually in March or April. Never in my life have I seen a robin on the 27th of December. Until this year. Back home the snow is fluttering instead of the robins. I was just sitting on a bench near the Windmill museum in Wimbledon Common a few days ago and this little guy fluttered up to the picnic table next to mine. I quickly grabbed my camera and managed to get a blurry photo of him as he was about to fly away. But it’s proof!

When I lived in Earl’s Court, there was a baby robin who used to come right up to us in the back garden and eat off of the table. This reminded me of that, but really early in the year! There are flowers growing, roses blooming, bulbs sprouting and blossoms on the trees and it’s not even January… Not that I’m complaining! Have you spotted your first robin of the season yet? Any signs of Spring near you? Think London will ever see snow this year?

Lots of photos of pretty Wimbledon Common in the next few days. Happy Friday everyone. Love a short working week!