We're not snowed in. It's been arctic outside, and the hill turned into the Cresta Run when a spring decided to re-route itself across the road instead of into the ditch . . . Next door, him with the tractors and Landys, had no trouble getting up or down. We had to spread some grit, but got out on Friday. Yesterday though, I had a chap at the door looking for someone with a tractor, as his delivery van had fallen foul of the ice and was in a precarious spot, hanging over a sharp drop into the stream. I pointed him in the right direction for our neighbour (still milking), but gosh, it took two hours to get the van out safely, and my OH got involved in gritting the hill so he could get back up it.
Anyway, it's been raining all afternoon, and hopefully will stay a little warmer. We have been snuggled up by the wood burner all afternoon, covered in quilts and cats and quite snug! I've finished my Daphne book, and can heartily recommend it (Daphne, by Justine Picardie - just a penny on Amazon . . .) I didn't want it to end.
