We woke up on Friday morning to about six inches of snow, topped up this morning with another couple of inches. Somehow, no matter how old you are, snow is always exciting - on the first day. But as twilight comes on and it's till there, glooming outside the windows, the thrill starts to wear off. And after that it's a bit of a drag. On the main roads it soon clears, but on our country lanes it turns to ice, and rutted ice at that where the cars have slipped up and down the road. Luckily we have plenty of food, though Christopher did venture out in the car on Sunday for potatoes and milk and topped up with a few more essentials whilst he was at it.
The gritting lorries don't come up our lanes so people have been out and about clearing snow in places and gritting the road where possible from the gritting bins that were filled in the summer. Christopher has been using the ash and cinders from our coal fired stove too. We've been keeping the bird feeders topped up, and the ponies topped up with carrots and apples, and I've been making soup for lunch.
Ruby loves the snow, though walking her each morning is hard work. Walking through snow is like walking through sand, a real workout. And I'm not too excited by walking on rutted, slippery, icy roads, so we're sticking to the fields as much as possible.
Can you see the snowball that her tag has turned into?