It's not a Tufting Snow. It's a Needles, Prisms and maybe a couple of Plates kind of snow. So we're not talking actual Flakes or Dendrites. We're not talking gentle cotton ball type things floating around out there. And if there's a bit of wind, then we'll have what they call White Out. What that is I hope not to find out because it doesn't sound in the least pleasant.
More interesting perhaps it's the sort of snow Laplanders will be familiar with.
And also worth your correspondent reminding himself that in the course of his
many incarnations The Rabbit wrote a pamphlet extolling the virtues of living as
a Laplander. Mind you his retreat to those Northern Climes had been precipitated
by a vision
of a universal empire of revolutionary police terror that had followed De
Quincy's review of the The Rabbit's Revolution of Reason..