The New Year has blustered in with snow and temperatures below zero. We're surviving on the hillside but bad weather always means that it pushes back our plans outdoors. We wanted to be in a better position in the garden by now, there are weeds to pull, plants to move and new parts of the garden to bring into use. We're still trying to finish the paths, we have been saying that now for so many years that it has become a running joke. At least we can crack on with the house. There are floors to strengthen and ceilings to insulate, shelves and kitchens to build. Snow means that we don't move.
It's not that we can't get out, we have a 4 x 4 Land Rover, our problem lies in the people who don't have four wheel drive. Cars up here get stranded quickly, we have even seen a flat back car transporter get stuck here whilst trying to save a small hatchback, an even bigger vehicle came out to save the car transporter, and yes you guessed it...it got stuck coming up the hill. Even large lorries, suffering from Sat Nav sickness, leave the M62 believing that they will go somewhere scenic, quiet and faster end up getting wedged between houses as the roads narrow, and narrow and become nothing more than paper cuts in the landscape. Taxis' refuse to come up here in winter. At this time of year, two wheel drives, AA vans, RAC saviours, Green Flag knights in armour, Tony and Vic in their flat bed and large lorries dot the landscape, abandoned, hazards flashing in the night. So, we stay in.
Have something warming to drink.
Happy New Year to you all.