We live at the top of a small hill, and the car can't quite manage it....
I am the one attached to Porridge with a knitted bee hive on my head made of Porridge hair.
We cancelled everything and got in more wood...and more wood.. and huddled round the wood stoves. I have to say that my feelings towards them have changed from outright hostility at the amount of attention they demand to a kind of mild affection, but I daresay that will pass with the snows.
Supplies were again getting rather low today, so we wondered if we should attempt the hill in the car. After all, we saw the tracks of our neighbours who didnt seem to have any difficulty. It was time for some panic buying. The skies were relatively clear, the roads salted (apart from our hill) and the snows were melting slightly in the afternoon "heat" of 1°C.
We arrived at the shops without incident and loaded up with everything one might need for several weeks isolation. When we emerged from the shops, a cloud resembling a Stephen King horror film set was blackening the sky. Five centimetres of snow fell in the short time it took for us to get back to our hill. We managed to get three quarters of the way up before the wheels started to spin and the car flailed from side to side. We were forced to abandon it and carry the shopping through the blizzard. Those tiny brave points of light in the gloom are the headlights.
While we were at the shops, Darling d had stopped by to see a friend in the hope that we would pass by later and collect her. Mysweet decided to back down the hill, because the road is narrow with two big ditches either side of it. He thought that this might be the only chance to get Darling d before all of this stuff started to freeze.
I called him to see whether he had arrived safely, and he told me he was hovering over a ditch at the bottom of the hill and was trying to dig away the ice. Of course Porridge and I raced down the hill to offer our assistance by way of supervising and making helpful remarks.