London Snowed In – or it will be soon…
Kid you not. Mental business. There I was, kipping away just behind Exmouth Market, when Mart goes:
“Bri. Wake up, mate. There’s loads of white shit falling out of the sky.”
He wasn’t wrong. I told him it was called snow and, apart from the potential onset of severe frostbite and loosing toes to gangrene, there was nothing to worry about.
He insisted we fly down and go take a look. Clearly landing anywhere when, more than likely, I’d be up to my eyeballs in it, was out of the question.
Still managed to get a couple of tasty shots tho, like this rather nice one of a bicycle:
Quite pleased with the end result, and not easy on the hover I can tell you.
Mart, in the meantime, managed to land and build a snowman:
For fuck’s sake.