The White Stuff

This time last week we were in the midst of a blizzard that would have been more at home in the Antarctic.  Cut off from the outside world by monumental drifts.  Though most of the roads are now passable, driving feels like negotiating the luge at the winter Olympics - with towering walls of snow on either side.  

The white stuff is in no hurry to melt either - as evidenced by the photo above.  But at least it's given us weather-obsessed Brits something to talk about for the rest of our lives.  'Do you remember the winter of 2013?  That was a bad 'un!'

Red Sky….And An Apology

Dearest darling blog,

I've neglected you sorely of late.  I'm sending you a pretty picture of the sky tonight and hope you will forgive me.

Yours ever...

Helen.

xx

P.S.  Red sky at night, shepherds' delight.  And oh how the shepherds round here could do with a little delight right now….