Looking out across the paddock:
And it came to pass . . . the prediction of more (and heavier) snow. We woke up to 7" or 8" this morning. Next Door's Landy can just make it down the hill so long as sideways is a permitted movement. OH fell over twice going down the hill, and myself once when we walked up to the junction to check the Llanfynydd road. I then fell over coming UP the hill and slid 6 feet on my undercarriage, feeling such a prat! J set off walking to the A40 to catch the bus which he hoped was still running (we kept checking). Amazingly he got a lift right into town (someone who had invested in snow chains). He has also lined up a bed for the night with a work colleague if it snows like the bejeebers again this afternoon and he gets stuck . . .
This is the heaviest fall of snow we have had in one lot. We don't often get snow before mid-March, and then it is an inch or so which melts within a couple of days and doesn't cause many problems. Of course, compared with the rest of the world, this amount of snow is nothing, but because we get it so rarely, people are always unprepared. Snow chains would be a good idea, but prices vary from £50 or so up to £140 - not an amount of money we have sitting doing nothing at present . . .
My husband is just digging our car out, just in case we are able to get out in the not too distant future, but he's spitting into the wind as it's just started snowing a bit again and more is predicted. We have the logistics of trying to get three of the into work tomorrow AND Sunday - in fact, right up to Christmas Eve. Then starting again on Boxing Day . . . Somehow I think a White Christmas is definitely on the cards this year.
Walking back up the hill towards our house.
Upstream along the river.
Across to the mynydd t'other side of the valley.
Crossing the bridge.
The lane down by the river.
Down by the mill.
A scene I'm sure every regular visitor to the blog is familiar with by now.
This is the more major lane where our little lane joins it.
Heading towards the A40.
Ducks with cold feet and bottoms . . .
Looking across the lane.