It was my turn to get up and see to Maggie first thing.
At 6.30 it wasn’t such a bad deal so I put on my joggers and a coat and let her out into the front garden.
It was a bit nippy, but then the forecast had said temperatures were due to drop to a ‘real feel’ of minus 9 at 4am, then rise to between minus 7 and 8 before dipping to minus 9 again around 9am.
Maggie did the deed, eventually, having sniffed every blade of grass to find ‘The One’ to adorn. It was now 6.45 so I went back to bed although Hubby was getting up to start the day. Maggie came too and snuggled up alongside me. Soon we were both giving it Zzzs.
I started to surface just after 8.15 and opened the blind to see what the day had to offer.
The back lawn looked frosted, but Hubby was going ‘Oh Wow!’ all over the place so I padded into the lounge to see what all the excitement was about.
Nowhere on the forecast yesterday (and I checked for the next 24 hours when I looked it up) was there any mention of snow. Not a flurry, not a passing flake, Zilch!
Bearing in mind shortly after we moved in, we were also told that it didn’t snow here.
This was taken at 8.30.
Right and left of the house at 9am.
It has been snowing all day.
And we went out in it!
To be continued in next post……………….