Posted by Paul Flint on January 01, 2004 at -1:33:27 from 212.134.24.140 user flint.
"Dorothea woke with a dreadful fear that she had overslept. The room was full of light. The ceiling gleamed white. The blue flowers that made a pattern on the wall-paper (in slanting lines, in straight lines up and down, and in straight lines from side to side, whichever way she chose to count them) were somehow brighter than they had been on any other morning. Had the sun been up a long time? And then, looking at the window, Dorothea saw the white snow deep across the sill. She lept out of bed and ran to the window. There was a new world. Everything was white and somehow still. Everything was holding its breath....."
Snow has just arrived in Windermere on New Year's Eve and School Knott Tarn, above Windermere, is frozen over. Time to get out Winter Holiday, blow the dust off, and settle down in your igloo for a good warm read. Happy New Year!