Sunday Snow

This time of year is the only time I actually like my neighbour’s overhanging trees. There’s another inch of snow since I took this photograph earlier, and a couple of blackbirds are having great fun flying from one branch to another and knocking the snow off.

The other birds are sensibly staying at home, although our usual robin has been hopping around on top of the compost bin, looking up at the new fat-slab I hung up on Friday: I even included a stick for the robin to perch on, but it hasn’t cottoned on yet.

I may have to lean out of my study window and knock the snow off the satellite dish if it builds up anymore.

Good job I wasn’t planning a day in the garden!

A River Runs Through It

Storm Christoff has finally arrived in North East Wales. Even though our village clings 500+ feet above sea-level on the side of a mountain, there is still another 300+ feet above us and, with the fields still sodden from snow-melt, the only place the water is going is straight down the mountain.

This is the view from my bedroom window, fortunately our house is on a small incline which means it rushes past – bypassing the drain just 6 feet further along to the left – and races on down to what are still called the ‘new’ houses, which were built at least twenty-years ago and are below the level of the road.

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