It all seems a little odd, first we were prisoners to the storm, the beast from the east; we’ve certainly had more depth of snow in the past, but never such a blizzard, it roared on for 36 hours.
We hunkered down and were grateful for lives both personal and professional that allow for a generous dollop of flexibility, and that no longer involve the great debate of can we get the boys to school in this? Will it be open when we get there? And will it be closing anytime soon? We don’t miss that scenario at all…
Last Sunday the lane was still full to the brim with snow,
It was deep enough to dissuade the usual selection of 4×4 adventurers that come out to play when it snows ( and who were busy being helpful to those in need). We were able to get out in the opposite direction, after the top road was ploughed, by one of the farmers who is contracted to clear the roads when the going gets tough.
It was Wednesday before the ‘garden cat’ reappeared from the drift that had engulfed it a week before
Then more snow came on Thursday and ambushed it again, at least it covered the filthy snow* and as Clive James describes it ‘hushed the whole thing up’.
There was something rather disorientating about so much snow and ice at this time of year, the light, the birds singing, when they could be heard over the roar of the wind, it just didn’t seem natural. So many hungry birds.
Today it has been 11c, in the defrosting pond toads are croaking (Spud the dog, scared them away from a photo opportunity) and amongst the snowdrops
bees are humming and feasting. Whatever next.
* this was the first and probably the last time you’ll find me cleaning windows, at –3c, after the blizzard passed, we couldn’t see out!