I hate snow! I hate being cold!
Love it or hate it, Mother Nature dumped more snow than I have ever seen on the area a few days ago. In the end, a whopping 16inches fell on our garden.
The world ground to a halt instantly…. well the road had disappeared for a start (it’s in the background behind the metre stick in the photo…honest!)
Cue furious digging to excavate the cars in the hope that a snow plough would rediscover the road. Hours and hours of digging – and at that point we didn’t own a snow shovel. Boy Child worked tirelessly for most of the day digging with the garden spade, the garden fork and the giant outdoor brush. I couldn’t watch him struggle on his own so for several hours I joined him in his excavation efforts.
This prompted a debate about the correct way to hold a fork or a spade. We were both holding it differently and it appears that I dig left handed, much to his amusement. Does it matter as long as it works? ha ha
The road still hadn’t been cleared and there was no way I was attempting to drive on the packed rutted snow.
Friday morning came….. there had been more snow overnight and the driveway we had cleared was white again. NO!!! We still couldn’t get out.
Cue more furious digging to excavate the car again and to clear the driveway in the hope the snow plough would clear a safe path out.
Eventually the snow plough arrived. We were free!!!!
Saturday morning came….. a light dusting of snow overnight but we were still clear to escape. Thankful to be out of the house and the street I headed off to do the weekly supermarket shop. That turned out to be mission impossible due to empty shelves in the local supermarket thanks to panic buying and lack of deliveries due to the weather. I did my best. We weren’t about to starve. I failed on the bread mission but hey ho who needs toast! I reached the conclusion though that some locals seemed intent on a diet of chocolate Easter Eggs judging by the number in their shopping trolleys!
Next on the shopping list was a snow shovel! Boy Child had only cleared two thirds of the driveway and we still had a fair amount of snow to dig out. Snow shovels were almost as rare a commodity as bread!
Feeling optimistic Girl Child and I headed to the local garden centre in search of a snow shovel.
Now the garden centre is across the road from the beach…..I couldn’t resist the lure of a snowy beach walk. The bay was virtually deserted. There was one lone fisherman in his waders up to his waist in the river and one dog walker. I didn’t venture far along the beach. It was knee deep in snow and too uneven to walk safely on. The small area of woodland wasn’t much safer underfoot.
The picnic area was largely untouched snow. It was just begging for someone to leave a “snow angel” on it.
I couldn’t resist. 🙂
Sometimes you have to just channel that inner child and play in the snow!
We did manage to purchase a snow shovel (once I’d figured out how to stand up without ruining my snow angel!)
I’m still on a mission for that loaf of bread ……