Beautiful, and thankfully without that much worry as none of my nearest and dearest are able to get anywhere today. We have to ration milk though: meant to go up to the Co-op at 8 today after I'd done the animals but decided to dog walk and do some work. Shelves bare by the time I did walk up - not a slice of bread; not a jot of milk. "I bet you've seen people you didn't even know existed," I said to one of the assistants. "I didn't know so many people lived in the village," she said.
Having consulted the instruction manual, I have now found the snow setting for the camera, so my efforts were a bit more successful today. Even my very, very untidy garden has had its imperfections blotted out.
Absolutely no sign of the hens venturing out. They have not stirred from the stables. Beautiful though it is, the snow is undoubtedly bleak if you are not that tall.
The hens' paddock.
Repeating my effects here on the dog walk:
I didn't go on my run this morning, for obvious reasons, but ploughing through the snow certainly provided enough of a work out. It was amazingly silent this morning: no background hum from the A45; no cars going along the High Street, and no one about at all. Most dog walkers hadn't walked -
Dog loves the snow, and can find a stick anywhere, even under 6 inches of snow.
The few who had dog walked hadn't got this far. It's years since I've seen snow drifting through the hedge like this:
We then ruined it, of course, by walking on it. I do always feel bad about ruining the perfection.