Spud the dog calls upon his psychic powers, turning his nose to the wind, eyes closed, he attempts to predict the weather.
After a short contemplation he declares ‘By the time of the setting sun, there will be snow and much wind’.
He was absolutely right.
Clever Spud. Then again he might just have watched the weather forecast like the rest of us.
I’ve realised my children are growing up in a world where they know exactly what time it is going to snow. Now in my day the weather was full of surprises.
Joe and I have spent the afternoon clearing the snow out of the barn, you could say the surprising thing, if anything, about yesterdays snow was how fine it was, it blew under the roofing sheets of the barn, leaving mini drifts of snow, five or six inches deep in places. It has made a right old mess, mind, we are grateful we had the house roof re-done 18 months ago, or it would have been the loft space we were clearing out and my poor mum had water dripping through her lounge ceiling after the pipe from the condensing boiler froze solid. Snow isn’t always as much fun as Spud thinks it is.