Melting moments

February has brought strange weather to Britain. I should really use the word unusual as we have, over the last fifteen years or so got used to a much milder month than many can remember from years ago. This year therefore was a shock to everyone when temperatures plummeted and snow was spread like a mixture if thick butter cream and icing sugar over everything. It was reported that the winter weather had come in from Russia which made it occasionally feel like Siberia. Since its onset it has varied from county to county … many have been buried in deep snow and drifts others have been flooded chest height in places and some have had enough black ice to coat a mountain. Waves and variations of the weather have been woven in the warp and weft of the landscape and none of us have know which variation we were going to face until each new day opened its eyes to us.

The general media have threatened that we have or are – running out of salt and grit for the roads and so wheels have spun and skated over many of the roads …

It looks as though the current snowfall is now thawing but with the knowledge that the temperatures are going to plunge once again we need to await the morning to see what the new day will bring.