The road to the cottage
Showing posts with label cat litter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cat litter. Show all posts

Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Where is it?

I love snow.  You don't live high in the Swiss Alps as we did if you are allergic to the stuff.  Okay, Dorset is not reknowned for metres of snow but it seems the whole country apart from us is covered in it.  We had a dusting last week which is still here thanks to zero temperatures and that bitter northerly wind, but now I want to see evidence of why we are freezing.  I am lucky in that I don't have to venture out the house to go to work and find that there are cars skidding everywhere or that the trains have been cancelled, so I can enjoy the snow.  I still have all my Swiss gear but have yet to lay my hands on a decent pair of gloves or one of my silly hats so perhaps it is time to dig deeper into the removal boxes ...

I'm not quite sure how we would get out of the village if we did have snow - I don't think snowploughs or gritters will be seen here.  The lane into the village is extremely steep so no-one would get up or down that without reshaping their car - there is the lane that leads south from the village which is fairly flat so I suppose everyone uses that.  How we get out of the drive is possibly another concern - it is very steep with stone walls on either side and at the best of times I have a foot either side of the car - if the motor goes into a slide ...

The birds are looking rather hungry, so I am out making sure they have enough food - when I put it out there seems to be no-one around but within two minutes all my locals are there gobbling up food as fast as they can.

So I will spend the rest of the day scrutinising the clouds, checking on the temperature and watching the weather forecast - perhaps I ought to go and do some shopping before we get snowed in!  And of course buy some cat litter - not that we have a cat, but to keep in the car as it is great if you have tyres that are whizzing round and going nowhere.

 Just a photo of Angus when we lived in Switzerland - like most dogs he loves snow.  Throw him a stick and he just looks at you - throw him a snowball and he becomes demented!