A walk, nay a trudge, a stagger even, a little way up the hill.
A fierce and bitter easterly wind has blown all day and swept the relatively small amount of snow into "waves" so that one minute the road`s almost visible, the next we`re wading through two feet or so of the stuff and the snowsuit,two pairs of gloves and two hats (plus woolly Icelandic headband - thank you A) are barely sufficient.
Our footsteps filled up as quickly as we made them and the icy shards that stung the face as we returned are still hitting the windows.
Wild and white and dramatic and there`s no way I`m getting off the hill tomorrow morning until the wind abates and the plough comes through!
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