I drove home over the Long Mountain at dusk, bowling along a white ribbon of road. There had been a light dusting of snow, fine and gritty.
On Heldre Hill, where the wind takes no prisoners on its way from Siberia to Wales, the snowy road was patterned like lace; a filigree of ripples and rivulets where the wind had blown amongst it.
Up here, on this exposed common land sheep graze, year in, year out. Sometimes there are rangy cattle as well - woolly backed against the elements, gnawing at the rough and thistly grass. But only sheep today and their fleeces have a dusting of snow too. It's -2° out there - not truly cold I know - but fairly inhospitable - and I'm glad to be passing through in the comfort of a heated car, heading for the warmth of home.
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There was some light snow on my way to Churchstoke last night and a little on the car this morning. Nothing to make a beautiful picture though.
I hoped all day yesterday for snow, and it never came. I haven't forgiven the weather man yet.
No snow here Mountaineer so thoroughly enjoyed your blog instead! xx
Your snow sounds romantic, mine was just a headache to drive home through!
We woke to snow this morning but all gone now in a blast of rain and wind which roared through this afternoon and evening.
we seem to have missed the snow ..just sleet today ..thank goodness
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