With the onset of snow coming from the European continent, the United Kingdom has recently been marched upon by snows, fogs and blizzards. Across the Island of Great Britain, snows have stopped trains from running, caused airports to stop launching and receiving aircraft, and made a typical walk to the shops a challenge the Siberian Ice Skating team would struggle with.
In the Independent Daenningas Regional Dominion of Burnham & their Lands (IDRDB&L), however, things have not been quite so problematic. Being an enclave primarily in the Dengie Peninsula, Essex (the driest region of the driest county in England), the snows that fell in the week beginning 14th January 2013 were mild, thin, and soon melted. This caused disappointment to both Burnhamite and English citizens, whose dreams of a snow-caused day off filled with gallivanting in the snow were dashed by geography and climate.
That said, on the Sunday of January 20th, 2013, residents to both nations woke up to see that General Winter had gone lightly on them, dusting the town and the surrounding areas with a gentle blanket of crisp, white snow.
As you can see, this ‘blanket’ was not a danger to the populace of Burnham, and from the high windows of Saint’s Rest, Capital of the Regional Dominion, Burnhamites and English citizens aged 8 to 80 were seen snowball fighting and sledging in and around Crouch County, in the Cunningham Settlership.
First Consul Cunningham, however, has not yet reaped the benefits of this winter wonderland. Having spent much of the previous night catching up on the collapse of corrupt GUM leadership on that day, he slept in until 10:00AM, and even then only muddled about the Capital until gone midday. As he once famously remarked to UK citizens; “I’m not worth anything before One O’clock.”
And indeed, One O’clock has been and gone. True to his word, the First Consul went and personally photographed the snow; the pictures you see here are evidence of this. Saint’s Rest has become a winter wonderland, but within the Capital building itself, preparation are being made by the residents to stave off the icy touch of cold that the General Winter brings. The coal scuttle is full, the fire is prepared, and the woolly jumpers from Christmas that nobody actually likes are brought out of their exile. Crumpets are prepared for lunch, and the Celtic music of Adrian von Ziegler is played. A very ‘Burnham’ winter’s day, indeed.
