Snow report and old wives' tales
Jan. 26th, 2013 12:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaceyThe dog has been enjoying the snow. She thinks it's marvellous, but can't figure out why she can't find snowballs that have been thrown for her. Because of not getting grit or salt in the dog's paws BB hasn't gritted the yard, so it's a bit treacherous underfooy, but otherwise the white stuff hasn't been too much of a problem - mostly because we've not really needed to go out in it on a regular basis. However they're promising a further 20 cm tonight combined with high winds and resulting drifts.
My little car (KA) doen't have winter tyres, so I haven't even swept the snow off it. It looks like a little rotund snowmobile. It's the only car in the street that hasn't moved since the snow hit, but BB has winter tyres on his so if we've needed to go anywhere he's volunteered to drive. This afternoon he took me down to Denby Dale to a) pay our taxes at the Post Office b) call at the local butcher's shop for one of his excellent steak and potato pies, and c) pop into the wool shop for some black merino to knit a new pair of ankle-warmers (hey, my office gets cold in winter because the floor under my carpet is stone flaggs over a vaulted stone cellar). On the way home the wind had started to blow and despite the snow having been down and settled for the best part of a week, the wind was whipping it up from the fields and opportunistically blowing it across the roads at every field gate and opening in the dry stone walls. At one point it looked like the snow was boiling over the top of the walls, whipping up and over like wisps of steam.
Now it's midnight-thirty. It's perishing outside and the snow has started to fall.
However if the weather forecast is to be believed it's going to turn to rain by tomorrow night and then puddle it down for the next couple of days. Oh joy! My Great Granny would have nodded wisely. She always said that it took a fresh fall of snow to take away the old stuff.
We've been grumbling about snow, but it will be floods next as the frozen ground fails to soak up the excess rain. Beware.
My little car (KA) doen't have winter tyres, so I haven't even swept the snow off it. It looks like a little rotund snowmobile. It's the only car in the street that hasn't moved since the snow hit, but BB has winter tyres on his so if we've needed to go anywhere he's volunteered to drive. This afternoon he took me down to Denby Dale to a) pay our taxes at the Post Office b) call at the local butcher's shop for one of his excellent steak and potato pies, and c) pop into the wool shop for some black merino to knit a new pair of ankle-warmers (hey, my office gets cold in winter because the floor under my carpet is stone flaggs over a vaulted stone cellar). On the way home the wind had started to blow and despite the snow having been down and settled for the best part of a week, the wind was whipping it up from the fields and opportunistically blowing it across the roads at every field gate and opening in the dry stone walls. At one point it looked like the snow was boiling over the top of the walls, whipping up and over like wisps of steam.
Now it's midnight-thirty. It's perishing outside and the snow has started to fall.
However if the weather forecast is to be believed it's going to turn to rain by tomorrow night and then puddle it down for the next couple of days. Oh joy! My Great Granny would have nodded wisely. She always said that it took a fresh fall of snow to take away the old stuff.
We've been grumbling about snow, but it will be floods next as the frozen ground fails to soak up the excess rain. Beware.
