The hound has loved the snow and having everyone out, playing in the white stuff with her. The chill gets under her fur, sending her mad. Leaving her no choice but to race around.
Sometimes she burrows her nose deep down into the snow. Only she knows what draws her to that precise spot. Although at breakfast yesterday, I spotted a head peep up through a pristine patch of snow in the garden. A mouse. It checked twice before disappearing down again, out of sight. Maybe the hound knows where the snow tunnels go. Reminds me of the Brambly Hedge stories.
Photo credit to my eldest teen, who grabbed my camera as she went outside. It’s always a delight to find photos on my memory card that are a complete surprise to me. Taking photos of a dog, with such a long snout, can be challenging. I think she’s done well.
Cabin fever broke out among the ranks today. Supplies are still holding up, but I made the mistake of mentioning that butter rationing may be implemented. This was enough to spur the only other driving licence holder to clear the drive in record breaking speed, jump into the car and disappear down our snow laden lane. Something about picking up running shorts as well.
He’s back now. Reports of quiet roads, and metre and a half snow drifts on the verges. Empty bread shelves (glad I can make my own). He did pick up running shorts too. I’m sure that will add valuable data to the shop’s sales figures for today: a zillion snow shovels, a lorry full of bad-weather footwear and …….. one pair of running shorts. I see heads being scratched. Continue reading
If I’d managed to draw up an autumn bucket list this year, leaf peeping would have been way up high on the list. Not just stepping out of the front door and admiring our local trees. We do that every day and they really are a wonderful sight at the moment. No, I really mean heading further afield and seeing a glorious display.
So this weekend, we headed down to Stourhead, where they do it on a grand scale. We’ve been a few times.
Now, to add to the fun, we had borrowed an electric car for the weekend. To test if it would work for us country living explorers. A Leaf. You can imagine how many jokes everyone managed to fit around going in a Leaf to see leaves. It also became quite a game to see the electronic trees growing on the dashboard. These grew as their father drove more efficiently. Our on board forest peaked at 2 and a bit trees.
Fortunately for us, Stourhead had a lot more trees and they were real. Continue reading