Edward's Birding Diary
|2 November 2005|
Winter arrives at 64°N
There was a definite change of season last Friday, not an imperceptible shift but a hammer blow from the North. The wind had been blowing stiffly from the north all day but in the morning I'd had unobstructed views from the huge windows at work across the wind-whipped bay to the 1,000 metre pyramid of Skarðsheiði. It changed early afternoon when a wall of white began to materialise, sweeping south reducing visibility from more than 100 kilometres to a few metres in a very short space of time.
Whilst colleagues cursed the wretched weather, I found it rather exhilarating to witness the arrival of such a tangible weather front. The howling winds and snow meant that any birding was completely out of the question, and I was bemused to find my car, in an underground car park all day, completely covered in snow. Just as light will keek through the smallest hole, so apparently will snow.