Last Saturday I went shopping to a localish high street to try out the butchers that both my brothers rave about. I have a great local butchers, but I did have a craving for some proper dry cure bacon and I wasn’t disappointed. Sadly this butchers is likely to close soon, not due to lack of business, but the lack of a successor to the retiring owner. Such a shame! Another bonus was that I bumped into an old friend while I was in the area and we had a bit of a catch up.
Most of this week has been bitingly cold, but the snow didn’t hit till later in the week. On Monday I was doing my usual canal walk on the way to my German class and I saw this canal boat being refuelled along the way.
A disturbed sleep night on Wednesday/Thursday for me as I waited for H’s school place email to arrive. I woke up at Midnight, 2am and 4am (not deliberately) and at 4am it was there – it actually arrived at 3am – luckily he got his first choice school and will be off to one of the local grammar schools in September.
The snow arrived later in the week, but it was very odd. It was a strange dry sort of snow which was being blown all over the place. Some areas of the ground had no snow at all and elsewhere it had drifted. On Thursday night there was traffic chaos. The snow got worse during the afternoon and by the evening rush hour it was causing havoc. At 10pm on the way back from the pub we stopped to help a few stuck travellers. Apparently, people were still struggling to get home from work into the early hours. I think I’d have given up and walked to be honest, but I guess for some the distances meant that wasn’t really an option.
The snow did give me a chance to find a nice backdrop for a picture of me with my new cowl, hand-knitted for me by my friend Gifted Goodies. I’ve been promising her a picture of me in it for a while.
H enjoyed playing in the snow on Friday as he had a day off school, a snow day. The snow drifts were irresistible in the local park, but he did get pretty cold after snow got into his wellies and it took about 10 minutes (no joke sadly) to get the boots off when we did get home.