With still little snow in sight The Telegraph asked: “What are you going to do to appease the snow gods?”

Tim Hawkins

“I’m doing the naked snow dance, wearing Sorrels and nothing else.”

Andy Rude
“I’m gonna sacrifice myself to the snow gods and leave town for a few months.”

Mary Coyle

 “I’ll leave my car windows rolled down.”

  Lori Hatfield

“I’ll get out my swimsuit.”

Erik Maxson

 		“I’m gonna tap Carver’s Barley wine because if I tap it snow will come.”