Let me take you on a journey way back, all the way back to 2009. As an aside, may I remind you that’s 7 years ago? Yeah, that gave me a shock too.
So back to 2009 – when I was still a student in Birmingham and S had his first ever grown-up job in London. We decided to take a trip to celebrate New Years Eve, which happened to be our second anniversary. So we borrowed his parents car and took a trip to spend our NYE in beautiful Wales.
It was a great little trip and we stayed in the chinztiest B&B ever where we drank cheap gin from bone china teacups and watched Jools Holland on the telly.
However that part is a story for another day. Today I’m telling you about the first sight we laid eyes on in the year that was to be 2009. On the morning of the 1st January 2009 we awoke to find that there had been a hoar frost overnight in the Welsh valleys.
Now, I personally find Wales to have some of the most visually stunning landscapes around, but this was elevated to a whole other level.
Let me explain; a hoar frost is when the air is so cold that water freezes before it can evaporate. Instead, it crystallises into ice on whatever surface it was touching. Turns out, it’s also exceptionally beautiful.
It gets its name from the old English word which means old-looking, because of how it makes trees look like they’ve suddenly put on a grey wig.
I personally think they look more like giant sticks of candy floss, but I think that says more about my sweet tooth than anything else.
So we went for a drive – actually, more of a stop because we spent most of our time pulled over in laybys snapping photos of the landscape like lunatics. And apparently I like to act like a fool sometimes. Here I am doing an Instagram pose before Instagram was even a thing.
I just love the way the light is being diffused through the clouds; it was like being on another planet.
Cue more pratting about. As an aside – nice dodgy home box dye job you have there, Rachel. Anyway… Once we realised we couldn’t feel our faces anymore, we decided to go and sit in a pub for the rest of the day. It was awesome.
As for 2009, turns out it was a great year. I graduated, achieving a first (for those who might not know about UK degree classifications, that means in the top <10% of my year), got engaged, and dyed my hair back to a sensible colour.
Gratuitous graduation pic, because why the heck not.
Looking back now, I wonder whether the hoar frost was a good omen. A great sign of beauty at the start of a beautiful year.
Have you ever seen a hoar frost?
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