Snowy week
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glenatronThere has been snow, which is almost unheard of here in December as far as I recall. Whether it will last until Christmas is as yet unclear, but it's given the British people ample time to illustrate that we don't know how to drive on snow. It's also given me ample time to appreciate the way my little Rusty Justy is 4WD. That's pretty handy at the moment.
Of course, there is another advantage of seldom-seen snow, which probably calls for an illustrated version...
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sleepsy_mouse leads Donk out in the snow on Friday morning.
On Saturday I opted for walking down to the yard, so you get to see some of the places you're probably quite tired of by now in snowy conditions.
Snow on the Punchbowl.
It was sunny but really cold so there was still a lot of snow on the holly leaves. I think this picture is just short of a coach-and-four coming around the corner there.
Chestnut trunks in the coppice, snow on the north side, sunshine on the south side. If I was a proper photographer I'd probably spend a lot of time trying to be like Freeman Patterson but as I'm not I just sometimes take the occasional photo that I crop until it looks vaguely abstract.
Heading into the boys' field I noticed all the snow tangled over the stand of hawthorn and blackthorn bushes. Just before this a woodcock flew out from the underbrush as I was passing, I don't think I've ever seen one so close before.
Once the ponies were out and happily picking out the tastiest parts of their morning hay we went off to my parents' house to indulge in the long-standing and noble tradition of going out onto the common and stealing a christmas tree. We had help from Pippa, who is no longer a puppy even if that is how she is often referred to.
Pippa staring intently in the direction of anyone who might throw her a stick to play with.
Once she has a stick, she doesn't need any further assistance, throwing it in the air and gnarring manically on it.
The view from the boys' field around sunset with a really perfect winter sky.
A clear evening sky - nature's gradient fill.
This morning we thought we'd get some pictures of Donk who has been getting very overexcited about his morning hay, sosleepsy_mouse took him out into the middle of the field before letting him go to see if he would dash off and look dramatic.
He did.
Then it turned out that stopping in snow is harder than he expected...
Coming back to his hay from the other direction.
Unfortunately we didn't really get to ride because although the ponies would be fine on the trails in the snow, getting them up or down the icy road is not something we felt would be safe either in terms of them keeping their feet or in terms of other road users and as the school was as hard as iron they've gone rather short on the working front this weekend.
On the upside, some festive things have been achieved, we've figured out how to make the stove put out a decent amount of heat and it's not so far off Christmas. Now, if we weren't both totally broke, that would be convenient...
Of course, there is another advantage of seldom-seen snow, which probably calls for an illustrated version...
sleepsy_mouse leads Donk out in the snow on Friday morning.On Saturday I opted for walking down to the yard, so you get to see some of the places you're probably quite tired of by now in snowy conditions.
Snow on the Punchbowl.
It was sunny but really cold so there was still a lot of snow on the holly leaves. I think this picture is just short of a coach-and-four coming around the corner there.
Chestnut trunks in the coppice, snow on the north side, sunshine on the south side. If I was a proper photographer I'd probably spend a lot of time trying to be like Freeman Patterson but as I'm not I just sometimes take the occasional photo that I crop until it looks vaguely abstract.
Heading into the boys' field I noticed all the snow tangled over the stand of hawthorn and blackthorn bushes. Just before this a woodcock flew out from the underbrush as I was passing, I don't think I've ever seen one so close before.
Once the ponies were out and happily picking out the tastiest parts of their morning hay we went off to my parents' house to indulge in the long-standing and noble tradition of going out onto the common and stealing a christmas tree. We had help from Pippa, who is no longer a puppy even if that is how she is often referred to.
Pippa staring intently in the direction of anyone who might throw her a stick to play with.
Once she has a stick, she doesn't need any further assistance, throwing it in the air and gnarring manically on it.
The view from the boys' field around sunset with a really perfect winter sky.
A clear evening sky - nature's gradient fill.
This morning we thought we'd get some pictures of Donk who has been getting very overexcited about his morning hay, so
sleepsy_mouse took him out into the middle of the field before letting him go to see if he would dash off and look dramatic.He did.
Then it turned out that stopping in snow is harder than he expected...
Coming back to his hay from the other direction.
Unfortunately we didn't really get to ride because although the ponies would be fine on the trails in the snow, getting them up or down the icy road is not something we felt would be safe either in terms of them keeping their feet or in terms of other road users and as the school was as hard as iron they've gone rather short on the working front this weekend.
On the upside, some festive things have been achieved, we've figured out how to make the stove put out a decent amount of heat and it's not so far off Christmas. Now, if we weren't both totally broke, that would be convenient...