This isn't as full a completion that I would like to do, but when my mother woke me up this morning and told me to look at the window, I thought it would be a rather good idea. The reason?
It is snowing on Easter Monday!

I got up, looked out of the window, donned the fluffy socks, coat, hat and wellies and went into the back garden. My, it was cold! I din't actually realise how thick the snow was, a couple of inches is a rarity in the East of England. I wandered round my garden a bit, taking a few pictures, when I realised that my back garden is pretty boring, so I put my head round the door and asked if I could go for a wander. So, off I went.

I started off in my front garden, then wandered across the road and down to St Catherines Road. I then headed up there and onto Magdalen Square, where I spent a good fifteen minutes wandering around, avoiding a few snowballs and sitting on the snow =P. People didn't really mind me randomly walking around taking photographs, two people told their children not to "throw snowballs at the girl, it's not polite", to which I chuckled. I also got a compliment on my wellies, which I think are pretty cool.

After Magdalen Square, I wandered down Magdalen Way and past the shops. It's quite weird how quiet it is down there, there's normally half a dozen old people doing their shopping, a few teenage mums and a handful of chavs, but alas, I was one of the very few mad ones who decided to brave the cold. I then decided, since my mum said not to be too long, to head back home down Worcester Way. I thought it was quite ironic, there's a palm tree down there, covered in snow.

The dérive didn't go on for very long, due to the fact that my mum doesn't like me wandering around for too long. A selection of my photos, probably the last on my current camera, new one is on the way.

EDIT - To comply with Ben's expectations =P:

Apart from the semi-extreme cold, I felt pretty alive, and in someway, lonely. I realised that I didn't know hardly any people in my area apart from my two neighbours. I never also realised how quiet and peaceful my neighbourhood could be. Normally, like I said above, there are half a dozen chavs standing outside Forbouys, and that makes it rather scary to go near there. The only people I saw out this morning were families with young children and older people. It's quite weird how the weather can change so many things about a place, not just the scenery.
It also reinstated the belief in myself that I enjoy my own company, and don't need to rely on others to stop me from getting bored. I think that if someone else had come with me, it wouldn't have been the same.