I took a friend to a consultant's appointment in Haverfordwest on Wednesday. It was snowing here when I left, although none was forecast, but at least the fresh fall made it easier to get up the icy drive from the barn. The road had been gritted and was pretty good; wet, not icy and the snow wasn't settling (or 'sticking', as they say around here). Haverfordwest was clear and we were going to stay for lunch when J's mobile went mad with calls and messages from friends and family, saying how heavily it was snowing, and to get home NOW! The A40 was fine to the outskirts of Narberth, then we turned north onto the A478 and into the snow line. Driving became increasingly interesting and was getting a bit hairy by the time I dropped J at Glandy Cross. She had about 8 miles to go on the main road to get home, and I had about 4 miles on back roads. Really, the driving wasn't too bad on the fresh snow (I have a dinky little 4x4) but I was glad when I got home, and already the depth of snow made it difficult to turn into the barn. After I left her, J had 2 near misses when she was just sitting in her car, as drivers took the turn into the side road badly and slid towards where she had parked (nice and safely, a good distance from the junction!). She was on the phone to her brother in law at the time and he came out with the truck from his garage, to make sure she got home safely.
Meanwhile, it continued snowing heavily, and there was no way I was going to be able to get back out again, or guarantee I would be able to get home safely that night. So I had to postpone the belly dance taster workshop I was supposed to be giving that night in Tenby, which hardly had any snow. There were 18 signed up for it! We're going to try to do it next week, instead.
I heard a whooshing and cracking sound during the evening and found that it was an avalanche of snow off next door's roof, which brought down a section of guttering. The guttering on my cottage was bulging with the weight of snow, too.
The cats are also hating it.
|Greebo and Xena curled like quotation marks and hogging the sofa|
|Pied Wagtail Motacilla alba|