I met our neighbour John at our gate this afternoon with his new dog, Greg. John and Frieda give homes to potential ‘hearing dog’ puppies. After a year they are sent off for assessment and training if they make the grade. Greg is a beautiful and energetic Working Springer Spaniel. This was John’s second walk of the day and Greg still seemed very bouncy.
“I’ve been checking your car every time that I pass and so I know that you finally went out yesterday!”
“We’d run out of essentials, so I had to go. It took me an hour to clear the snow off the car.”
“That’s because there was a thaw followed swiftly by more snow. Ice underneath?”
“Yes and a devil to clear.”
Thank you for all your comments on my last post. I agree that it’s crazy not to clear the snow. I will next time as, thanks to you, I now know how to completely eradicate it with salt and sand. Most people wouldn’t dream of suing if they slipped outside the cottage but there are always a few who’d like to push their luck these days.
As the most countries are short of funds I reckon that the sort of announcement made by Boris Johnson in London – see Marion’s comment on my last post – would set jittery minds at rest. If it’s the Local Authority’s responsibility to clear the paths around here they clearly are not doing it. Funds must have run dry. Personally I’d much prefer that a few extra useful jobs were created and each community cleared the snow.
People will stand together if up against it. I know that I would volunteer to clear the snow for the elderly and for those that just don’t have the time. A small donation from the latter to village funds would be fine.
I did get my comeuppance for not clearing the snow from The Duchess, our drive and the pavement in front of the cottage. Admittedly I have been stricken with a bug these last few days but as Diane said in the comments – if you do it immediately, it’s very quick and easy. And a decent scattering of salt would have removed any treacherous ice. Agricultural supply shops have large bags of salt for very low prices around here.
I tend to do these sorts of jobs at home. Although Danny works from home, his job is demanding with loads of conference calls and high pressure stress. Whereas I’m more of a free wheeler with a schedule that is much more flexible. And actually I usually enjoy simple routines like clearing the snow. But this week I was holed up in bed and was hoping that rain might come and do the work for me. And Danny was busy, busy, busy.
Yesterday we’d run out of essential supplies, so I chirpily volunteered to motor into Newmarket. After finally clearing TD of snow I set out with the temp at -3.5. The roads seemed pretty clear but the Tesco car park was very icy(are they worried about litigation too?). Although my visit was a quick one – most people had wisely stayed at home – by the time I returned to the cottage the temperature had slipped down to -6.
I know that loads of people are experiencing far colder temperatures than that but it’s cold for us! I loved Casalba’s comment on the last post – she’s coping with three meters and pulling on her husband’s waders to cope with her snow.
As I’d finally purred falteringly out to the shops – TD hates the cold and has a tendency to buck and occasionally stall – I’d noticed that it was a bit skiddy on the drive. So I wasn’t surprised that on my return The Duchess’ back wheels spun when I tried to reverse through our gate. She clearly was not going to reverse gently into the drive like the oversized sweet natured lamb that we’ve come to love.
Panic. The Duchess was protruding out on the road at the end of a blind corner. Luckily it was now dark so the gash of headlights streaming across the road indicated that a vehicle was lurking. As cars slowed and overtook us, my head whirled. In hindsight I could have spread the car rug over the ice to give a bit of extra traction. But at the time the best idea that I could come up with was to get a bit of distance from the drive and approach quickly from different angles so that I’d be crossing virgin snow.
It worked on the fifth try. Phew!
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