Thursday, 8 December 2011
The Trouble With Snow - It Melts
Just when I was getting used to the crisp, snowy conditions, the bloody stuff decides to melt. The crisp cold has been replaced by a windy blast. The sort of wind from which you can never hide and as a result you are permanently shivering.
I had just got used to the clear days where the sounds of the wildlife. And talking of wildlife - what's that smell.
It's some dog dirt, which like a submarine seems to have resurfaced after a long stint under the ice. And guess who's stepped in it.