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

Demob Happy


The persistent rain that fell through the night has cleared great rafts of snow and ice, we can see green again. Everyone is very cheered by this.

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The chickens are out of their run and nibbling on green grass,  Tom will be out on his mountain bike and Mr Uhdd will be back in his running stride (not that the snow has stopped him running you understand, just hampered progress.) Mr Redcar is on his way back to retrieve his car.

The atmosphere in the village is quiet giddy as people get out and about more easily, although I doubt it there is a jolly atmosphere in the post office, because the queue is six deep out on the pavement, I couldn’t see to do a head count inside, but it was packed (the staff are never what you would describe as ‘relaxed’ on a good day; it would be a brave soul that chose this morning to complain about the non delivery of post over the last few weeks.)  Outside the vets it was business as usual as the vet and Mr and Mrs farmer struggled to get a sick ewe across a remaining sheet of ice and into the vets.

At the supermarket the car park was a bit fraught, for all those people who only run a car, just to get to and from the shops, (often described by us as ‘hat drivers’ but in general the elderly and drivers of a nervous disposition) and who don’t venture out when the roads and pavements are bad have all descended on the store en-mass, add to the mix the weekend shoppers and chaos is on offer in ‘buy one get one free’ quantities. 

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.

14 thoughts on “Demob Happy

  1. Perhaps wildlife will now have a chance to recover as well. Birds and other wild creatures have suffered badly during the snows.

  2. We were reminiscing about winters past. Venturing out onto the moors to rescue sheep, and sometimes lambs. They would shelter in the lee of a wall or a stream bank, and the snow would drift over them. It was only with the aid of good dogs that we found any at all. One time we were walking on the packed snow alongside a wall. The snow would have been 4 or 5 feet deep, and could support your weight if you were careful, when ‘Gonk’ almost disappeared as he fell through the snow into a sort of igloo that had formed around a buried sheep. She had been there a while, and had created a void around herself. I don’t know who was most surprised!

  3. What an absolutely joyous image. Here too – we’re experiencing a ‘January thaw’!!!

  4. Happy feelings! I must say that you seem to live in a very beautiful part of England. I love the landscape one can see in your images.

  5. We too have had a thaw – but as the old saying goes – “If its still lying in the dykes and ditches – its coming back”.

    I just wish these old sayings were wrong sometimes – but in the vernacular – Ah hae me doots.

  6. Such a joyful capture, Uhdd! You caught the moment and the emotion perfectly. I enjoyed your commentary about the village’s reaction to the warming weather.

  7. Thousands of miles away, we had that kind of day today. I’m not agile enough to jump for joy in the above fashion, but I do know the feeling.

  8. Halleluliah!

    I have enjoyed your snowy photos and artistic icicles ~ you have made the best of a difficult time! Your description of the village, esp. the PO brings it to life, and can imagine all the craziness that the thaw has brought with it.

    Lovely cartwheel!

  9. yep its a thawing and thank the lord
    I can now get bac into my correct running stride and maybe back on my bike.
    Ive struggled to run 54miles this week

  10. The prevailing belief seems to be that a corner has been turned–the back of winter is broken!

    Ha. Not here. Although we, too, had a blessed stretch of balmy weather. Perhaps I should attempt a cartwheel of thanks. Hmm. Upon reflection . . . perhaps a few frisky steps in the direction of the mailbox will suffice.

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