White Christmas - Glendalough
by John Willmott of Celtic Ways
They tell me it was a very "White Christmas" at Glendalough valleys, in the Wicklow mountains, but I was away from home sharing Christmas with a wonderful family near the coast at Blackrock. All we could see was a light sprinkle that soon melted.
Four inches of snow, they said, but I was surprised not to see the remains of a snowman or two. I heard many tales of snowball fights, though.
When I travelled home the hills were still alight from what seemed like a sugar dusting over the county's hill and mountains, and the roads were skating rink lakes too.
For many of you reading this, it may seem a mundane post, especially if you are in a country of severe snow hardships. Surprisingly, snow is quite rare in Ireland so we tend to celebrate its arrival as well as complain about its slight inconvenience.
They tell me it was a very "White Christmas" at Glendalough valleys, in the Wicklow mountains, but I was away from home sharing Christmas with a wonderful family near the coast at Blackrock. All we could see was a light sprinkle that soon melted.
Four inches of snow, they said, but I was surprised not to see the remains of a snowman or two. I heard many tales of snowball fights, though.
When I travelled home the hills were still alight from what seemed like a sugar dusting over the county's hill and mountains, and the roads were skating rink lakes too.
For many of you reading this, it may seem a mundane post, especially if you are in a country of severe snow hardships. Surprisingly, snow is quite rare in Ireland so we tend to celebrate its arrival as well as complain about its slight inconvenience.
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