I don’t remember snow mounting up so quickly here. Matt and I walked up to Claybury Park to see the sights.
Then we followed the shrieks of excitement to the top of Pancake Hill and a family whose father’s shoes we retrieved after they flew off at high speed lent us their plastic sheets and I had my first taste of what we’d seen last year. Very exciting.
Footnotes. A group of malevolent older boys aimed unwanted snowballs at the sledgers from the top of the hill. When we approached they retreated a little and then threw more snowballs at us with intent, and when we got sarcastic with them one began to scream, until his voice cracked, that Matt was a fat ginger cunt who should take a look at himself and cut his hair. On the way up Fullwell Avenue, a car having trouble turning on the ice evoked pure rage on the part of an oncoming driver who rolled down his window and called the other drive a fucking Paki. Red mist came upon me. I wish such people would go and leave Barkingside to the friendly people who speak other languages and go out as a family to make huge snowballs and huger snowmen.
Nice pictures. Thanks. So there ARE some nice Christmas lights around the borough – not just the boring ones on lamp standards in Barkingside that must have cost all of £3.2s.6d in a car boot sale; nor those ridiculous ones that are supposed to illuminate the tree on Fullwell Cross roundabout but do nothing except burn electricity.
Hi Morris, I have to say I love it when they illuminate the oak and have been missing the lights this year. But yes Barkingside is twinkley today and the snow has made a lot of children very happy. You too I hope.
Amazing. I grew up in Barkingside, first at Tomswood court then at 244 Fullwell Avenue. We used to go down pancake Hill in the snow on various devices. The best, I remember, was an old piece of Lino. On one side there wasa jump halfway down and you get get airborne of you hit it fast enough.