Despite the fact that I'm 48 years old I still get excited about snow. It's like being a small child again, the crunch of fresh snow underfoot, the excitement of the world looking different, fresh and crisp and the possibility of snowmen, snowball fights and sledging. OK, I'll admit that I'm a bit long in the tooth for the snowmen, snowball fights and sledging (only because I haven't got a sledge), but all the rest still apply. The long range forecast in the week showed that my luck might be in then, with the forecast for snow on Sunday. Not much good for progress on project patio but great for a bit of running. Like a small child I've watched the forecast all week and excitedly planned my weekend around the predicted snow. A couple of hours on the allotment followed by 55 local miles on the bike Saturday afternoon, once the ice and frost had cleared, ensured I was available for some snow fun on Sunday. A final check of the weather before bed Saturday night still showed a band of snow moving across the area early Sunday morning and a final check out of the window as "The Emma" tucked me in for the night showed a heavy frost, perfect snow weather. Imagine my disappointment then when I peaked out through the curtains early on Sunday morning to see no snow! Not to worry though, it's still dark so I might as well have a brew, a bit of breakfast and get out for a run. Brew supped, Brekkie scoffed and out the door for just after 07:30. And you know what, just as I walked out the door and broke into a jog the snow started. Boy oh boy did it snow too. Big fat damp flakes of heavy snow closing in and turning the world into a magical wonderland within minutes. By the time I'd got out of town and onto the quieter roads there was a good inch or so and by the 7 mile mark it was up to the top of my shoes. No car's on the roads, no other people out and about out, just the quite crunch of my feet compressing the snow, the odd animal track through the fresh whiteness and the cold fresh air on my face. Cold fingers, cold toes and cold nose, but there's not many days when the running's as much fun or as good as this. What else have I been up too this week then? Well, to be honest, not a great deal. After last weeks impressive progress on Project Patio the weathers not really played ball this week with storm Bob or whatever it was called putting the dampers on things for most of the week. I have made some progress though, getting a set of steps in and the concrete footings for the lower path laid, before I had to cover it all up to keep the frost and snow off. The forecast for next week looks reasonable too, so hopefully I'll get a bit more done. It would be good to get the path between the house and the back gate finished so at least we can get in and out of the house without having to negotiate the minefield of loose bricks and muddy puddles. Oh, and I finished this off too. I'd hoped that the shade would have got here by now but it's not to be. I'll stick up a better picture when the shade eventually arrives, but you get the idea. I think it's come out rather well and will look good on the desk.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Paul PerrattOld enough to know better, young enough to still feel invincible, stupid enough to keep on trying the same thing again and again. Cyclist, Gardener, Runner, Hiker, Cook, Woodworker, Engineer, Jack of all trades and master of none, Anti social old git and all round miserable bugger. Archives
March 2024
Categories
All
|