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

Cold Paws


We are still here, waiting for the snow to come. It’s forecast.

Today the temperature has hovered around freezing. it has been nippy to the paws. Jammy the kitten-cat was not impressed (Spud the dog just loves everything the weather can throw at him, Spud the all weather dog).

Frosty cat paw-1 

Tom is not impressed, he has an exam tomorrow and he is fretting about getting over the hills to school. This I explained is what being a grown up is about, as a boy, snow was about sledging, snowballs and wet wellington boots. Now ‘snow days’ have a bit more riding on them.

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.

6 thoughts on “Cold Paws

  1. Everything is serious now.

  2. We take Bing for his final vaccination tomorrow – then he’ll be free to explore the expected snow. First time of his life bless. I’ll be there with the camera!

  3. Yes, nice one. This is a very good way to learn about adult responsibilities. ‘Snow days’ are a hard lesson for adults to learn to though. It doesn’t seem fair not to be paid when you can’t get in because of the weather. But lots of employers are ruthless like that.

  4. I’m with Jammy and Tom on this one! Love the picture. xx

  5. It’s always a harsh moment when you wake up and think ‘oh no, snow, how am I going to …’ rather than ‘yay snow!’ The boring life of a grown up…

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