Where Snowmen Come To Spawn And Die

Yesterday I managed to get in to London at last and witnessed the tragic aftermath of Monday's snowstorm.

Dead snowmen …

Everywhere!

I realised I had stumbled upon the fabled "Snowmans' Graveyard".

This is where snowmen come to spawn and die.

It must have been one helluva party on Monday night. Snowmen from all over swimming up the Thames to Westminster to mate and die, gravid like spawning salmon.

And here, littering Green Park and St.James's Park are the bloated corpses of spent snow-people.

A few died upright, like this one outside the Parasite House. The Parasites are not at home at the moment, otherwise Stavros would have been out here with his shotgun.

There were hundreds of dead snow-folk.

Everywhere I looked were more headless remains.

Their sad bodies lying where they fell, exhausted after their final ecstatic night of icy debauchery.

The Snowmans' Graveyard was quiet and deserted except for Dive and this suspicious character.
Caption, anyone?

Way out in the snowy waste, far from the paths that humans use, one of the snow-people had left a message.
Very poignant.
These creatures are dying out.
With global warming there hasn't been a snowman spawning here since the 1970s.

Elsewhere in the park life goes on.
Here's a perky little chap our Robyn might recognise.

And a pair of moorhens wait for the thaw.

The lake was frozen over for the first time in thirty years. Here's the inevitable Parasite House shot for Lynn.

And the Eye in the distance for all of my lovely Blogville neighbours who have visited and enjoyed a ride on it in warmer times.

And here's one for Katie. The last of the Christmas baubles hung on a plane tree in Green Park.

So … A message to us all. Reduce your carbon footprint and save the snowmen if you want to see these glorious creatures spawn again.