Today the snow has gone from everywhere bar the moor. This morning I nearly fell over on numerous occasions as what we are left with is two inch thick ice everywhere with water running underneath it. We tried to get the car out and failed miserably! It's so frustrating as the rest of the area is completely back to normal and I'm getting some very strange looks dressed for the snow when we turn up in the square. Every journey down, my heart is in my mouth, hands gripping the steering wheel like a vice and I've had enough of it now, as, I'm sure, has everyone else in the country. Rant over, here are some pictures of it looking lovely before the melt started:
My footsteps trudging up to feed and water Trigger
Kestor almost unrecognisable
The stream almost buried
Our washing line with a three inch topping
Fox prints - I followed them for about a quarter of a mile but had to give up as he/she jumped over a wall. The next few are of snow crystals on little bits of grass poking up through the blanket. I thought they were beautiful catching the sunlight.
Snippet was struggling in what was sometimes eighteen inches of snow!
Sparrows waiting for me to feed them
And finally a few from today; a marked contrast:
Nearly all gone
Ice pattern under the snow
I've been trying to get a shot of this thrush for weeks and here it is at last. Song or Mistle? Mistle I think but if anyone thinks otherwise, please say!
Since I started writing this, the sky has turned leaden in preparation for a downpour of rain (I hope) and I think it's possible I might be able to get the car down the drive onto the road. Small steps....until next time, enjoy your Sunday and here's Snippet with ice-balls the size of ping pong and tennis balls attached to his fur. I had to chuck him in the stream to wash them off!