Growing up in the Southern Hemisphere, Christmas was always a
little confusing… snowflakes and reindeer, the cake dusted in
white, with Father Christmas on skis some years, and Summer
all the while.
Tucked away in a shed behind the vegetable garden, with jasmine
creeping in between the dry wooden boards, I discovered my
Grandmother’s snow globe and used to love stirring this magical
world. Now, as I find myself transported to this place, the season
means snow and ‘taking to the slopes’, as traditions dictate.
Far from basking on a beach, I am now shrouded in fur-lined comfort,
well prepared for the elements that Spell winter…