Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Is Your Journey Really Necessary?


If not, it is much pleasanter to stay at home today.

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The boys are thrilled, school is closed, a snow day, there aren’t that many in a childhood; so they are outside building things from snow and throwing snowballs. Mr Redcar has set out in search of a train down to the south coast, the plan is he’ll return for his car another day.

I’m squirreled away in my office trying to finish a piece of work: the snow has its advantages,  in that it has stopped me flitting around the county as I am want to do, but I’d do even better if I came offline and looked at thing with a little more clarity.

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Tom took some photos of Spud this morning.

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Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

10 thoughts on “Is Your Journey Really Necessary?

  1. I worry about chickens in this weather – do they suffer from the cold?

  2. I see the chickens have a lovely picture window in a sunny spot. The very best kind of snow day. I have an odd image of Mr. Redcar trudging cross-country in search of the railroad tracks and following them to a station. One hopes that he is supplied with snowshoes and excellent treats. One fears that he has borrowed the too-short but color-coordinated Wellies.

    • He was furnished with a cheese and pickle sandwich, some ginger biscuits, the very last tangerine from the fruit bowl and a flask of tea.
      He had his own fine ‘vintage’ walking boots and I’ve just had a text to say he’s made off the branch lines and on to a Virgin Train and is making fair progress south. No one owns snow shoes around here, it’s snowing again maybe there is a gap in the market.
      I’ve always found home baking smooths the way to many things; which is probably why I needed to bake 6 Christmas cakes this year!

      • Today’s footgear was a rather decrepit and rapidy disintegrating pair of moon boots which nonetheless survived conditions that defeated the local bus service – after it had taken me half way to work.
        My arms are now several inches longer: despite slightly improving conditions in the afternoon the bus service appeared to have been completely cancelled necessitating the moon boots survive a 5 mile walk home while my left arm was gently stretched by a heavy case with laptop and accoutrements, and my right slightly less gently by a Tesco’s bag filled to the brim with the denser vegetables (swedes, carrots, potatoes, onions), plus milk, cheese, pesto etc. etc. to replenish my cupboards which have been bare since I went on my Christmas and New Year travels.

        BTW those were seriously good ginger biscuits and it was a darned fine cheese and pickle sarnie – much appreciated.

  3. I do like that picture of Spud.

    Snowed heavily on my way to work, then stopped and more or less melted. Snowed feebly on my home from work. It’s kind of white over here, but nothing horrendous (Shropshire).

  4. I think it is on its way to you Nezza

  5. We went to my fathers today and their chickens and geese were also hiding inside. We had -18C today and it’s now -22C.
    Better to stay inside 🙂

    • See we are very wimpy here; but it is the coldest spell for 30 years so I think we can be forgiven 🙂
      I went to your blog in search of chicken and geese, but your blog was not there

      • Wimpy, she says! I think not. Let us review the record. Fortified with ginger biscuits and cheese and pickle sandwiches, and wearing moon boots, brave Britons soldier on, unfazed by transit failures and astonishing weather. Our Michigan hats–the ones with the earflaps and visors–would be off to you, but it is cold here, too, and that would be foolhardy. Shoulder to shoulder, we march on together through the snowy night.

  6. bonzo is still tucked up at uncle gary’s – he got snowed in for a second time the day before we were going to bring him back to my field. somehow i don’t think bonzo minds much – he gets to stay in the warm in the barn!

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