Not much more than a dusting of snow, but it is a very cold wind and there is a lot of ice in the lane.
A rather timid tap at the front door, brought a some what sheepish friend seeking assistance, they had got their car stuck on the ice, armed with shovels and salt,Tom and I went to give him a hand. I did think with his local knowledge, that he should have been aware that ‘our lane’ was not the best idea of a short cut, but I bit my lip
The local farmer who turned up in his bright red tractor, was more straight talking,
‘Ya daft bugger, what did ya set off down ‘ere for?
My thoughts exactly!