Sunday, 20 January 2013

"No feeling in my fingers, no feeling in my toes..."

With respect to Wet, Wet, Wet, I've changed the lyric, you'll have to sing it yourselves. Yesterday there was a very slight thaw, under the snow, so the squelch had returned, but today it's been sub-zero, so at least I could get about without sliding or making a mess - so I tinkered with one of the gates until my toes went numb.

Before that, the hard ground meant I could get a wheel-barrow to the top of the hill, and spread hardcore in a gateway, and that was after mucking-out the shelter and spreading the straw around the alotment - the sure way to get up a sweat on a cold day!





The alpacas spent a few hours looking for grass before returning to the shelters. Meanwhile, one of the pleasures of snow, is the way it can turn ordinary things into fabulous sculptures for a while, so for anyone who is still waiting for their sprinkling of snow (Barbara), here are some scenes from our garden:


Snow moustache anyone?


3 comments:

  1. We have to make 50mm go a long way down here - looks like you're in for it today.

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  2. Good to see you have an artistic bent! Stay warm. Shirley & Robbie

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