Late this afternoon I ventured out in blizzards to get some photos of snow at Sandbanks. That was quite a challenge in the 50mph winds that whipped along the beach and promenade.
When I was there I met a brave cyclist (see photo above) and asked him what it was like cycling in the snow at Sandbanks? “It’s a nightmare”, he said, as he set off down the snow covered promenade, apparently en route to Branksome Chine.
I watched him battling along in the gale force winds and snow; it took him an age to disappear round the corner and out of view, even though it was probably no more than 500 yards from where I was standing. If you’re reading this and you’re that cyclist, then I hope you made it home without falling off your bike or being blown into the sea!
Even though the weather was appalling this afternoon, the snowy landscape was extremely pretty. Snow on the beach at Sandbanks and Poole is such an amazing sight.
Getting out there in the full force of Mother Nature actually makes you glad to be alive. You can watch the snow and blizzards through the window, but it’s no substitute to experiencing it first hand.
As I write this I think of those who are homeless and who are outside all the time. The thought of them out there right now makes me sad.