Drifting west

One of the things this part of the world doesn't have at Christmas is snow.  How I miss those gentle flakes drifting down in Durham, turning a seven minute drive into a two hour ordeal, turning quickly grey and then disappearing into a sludgy stream.  Other people around here miss it too, which is why 10 tons of the white stuff arrived in Berkeley for a "Snow Day".

How much is 10 tons?  Well, it seemed to translate into a 10 by 15 foot square which was swiftly compacted by twenty thousand children.  As this was a Berkeley event an atmosphere of anarchic disorganisation pervaded - seriously, the chaos was breathtaking.  We escaped to look around some local trader stalls, where an "elf" (a clown wearing an elf hat) was making balloon animals, and where the Snow Queen (wasn't she a baddie?) sat for pictures on her thrown.  Winter wonderland?  Almost.

Snow wonder.



How many people can you fit onto 150 square feet of stomped snow?



I venture on.



Hannah cannot be tempted.



My stay was brief.

A valiant effort given the availability of resources.

There were ponies too!  But no refunds.

Santa might want to think about recruiting some new little helpers.