Now, I know, in the scheme of things (especially for North American readers) the snow and cold we have here in the UK at the moment, isn’t such a big deal, but it is unusual for the whole country to be so snowy and cold at the same time, so forgive us for going on about it, we like to talk about the weather at the best of times.
There has been a flurry of discusion about ‘bad winters’ past, of 1947 and my fathers adventures (and I came across a tragic bit of local history about the winter of 1947 the the other day, lives were lost).
I can even dig a photo out of the shoe box of some serious snow in 1901
I was around for the winter of 1963, in my fetching knitted snow suit.
But given that we know there was a house on here, as far back as 1606,
which was during the Little Ice Age we can only try and imagine how tough it must have been to keep warm and fed.
On that time line, our 26 year living here, is but a blip, but with a new roof, (so good not to have scrabble up there to dig out the snow that had blown under the slates) ground source heat pump, double and a dash of triple glazing and a new door that both keeps the snow out and is thicker that a single piece of plywood. Trust me we are very, very grateful for our warm and snug home.