Sunday 11/01/2026

 And so it snows...tiddley pom. And snows  And blows. And snows some more. This has been the real McCoy (who was he): we haven`t seen snow like this for a long time. But, even though snow is the main theme, that can look very different by the day. 

Four days ago the afternoon walk, with one dog who was keen (the other didn`t budge from the fire) was a slow unsteady steal along the road, trying to avoid the ice. The snow banked on either side by the tractors and ploughs that had pushed through had reached heights of 7/8 feet in places and, because they were frozen and vertical, didn`t offer much escape room, should one of those tractors appear. 

On top of that the cloud had descended, creating a slightly haunted atmosphere such that gates and fenceposts seemed to loom out of nowhere and familiar trees took on weird spectral shapes.

We did have to dive out of the way of a 4-wheel car and trailer and later a tractor, moving steadily up the hill, two headlights blazing, but we managed not to get squashed and made it back to the fire.

 Woke up to a completely different scene on the following day - pure winter wonderland. Blue skies, ice-encrusted trees, white fields and obliterated road signs. Still icy underfoot but we made it to the crossroads and back before the sun disappeared.

 Yesterday we had both: a gloomy start and a bright end.

And today we`re at the a*** end of this lot I think. Blowing a hooley, cold and grey, more rain than snow, the remainder of which is beginning to avalanche off the roofs. Most folk will be getting back to normal by tomorrow but up here could be a while before it clears completely......and there`s "sleet" in next week`s forecast. The joys. 😉

Saturday 3.01.2026

 The New Year has roared in like, well, more of a snow leopard than a lion. We are (happily) marooned for the time being, allowing time for reading, thinking, resolving (as is appropriate for this time of year) and acknowledging just how privileged we are to have food, heat and no urgent appointments.

After three days of being battered by the weather, horizontal snow drifting across the road, carving itself into fancy shapes and blocking every entry and exit (something actually exacerbated by the snowploughs that come through every now and again, heaving the excess into any available gateway and piling it onto the verges so the wind can simply blow it across the road again), 

 

so after all of that,  today the clouds parted, the sun shone brilliantly across acres of sparkly white and the wind eased back a little.  

We (me and our two increasingly limpy, tired old dogs) walked to the top of the road (the top field being inaccessible, the snow too high for them to push through)) and savoured the winter wonderland vista, all the while wincing as what breeze there was (moderate the Met Office called it - ha!) threw handfuls of snow at us, mottling the dog`s black hair. 

 

Bracing would be the word, though none the worse for that, refreshing would be another though I suspect the dogs could find others. They know we are about to make one more foray out there and as I write are avoiding my eye and stretched out as near to the fire as they can, playing dead. However, nature calls (for them obvs), I can hear the wind getting up again, there is some blue sky left but the clouds are regrouping and the light is beginning to go so once more unto the breach. 

Meanwhile, the resolutions are the same as every year: good books are still being written, (currently on Ian McEwan`s What We Can Know, an uncomfortable but I suspect prescient account of the dystopian future we might be walking into), there are films to watch, music to listen to, podcasts to stimulate the brain and more winter wonderland walks to be taken. Watch this space.

Postscript: survived the final stroll, just in time to see the moon emerging from behind a cloud. A rather magical moment: icy, momentarily still, a peaceful interlude.