That's snow business!!

So many times over the years, weathermen have forecasted 'heavy' snow and it never turns up. And so when the expected snow on Friday delivered just a dusting, and another coating was all we thought would turn up. Imagine our surprise when dawn's early light revealed four glorious inches of snow.

Now, four inches ain't much I know, a few years ago I was in New England when we had something like eight feet over two nights, so this should not be a problem.

Well, Britain is crap at extreme weather to say the least, and so it turned out again. 5 Eurostar trains broke down in the Channel Tunnel, the M2 and M20 motorways were blocked by snow and parked trucks, no ferries were leaving as it was worse in France and most trains failed to run as the trains could not get a grip on the rails. In effect, we were cut off.

A planned trip to see mother in Suffolk was cancelled for today and tomorrow, as Suffolk got it bad too. We'll try to do that on Wednesday.

After a breakfast of bacon sandwiches we sat down to ponder what to do when the power went off. Just like that. So, we decided to walk into the village to try and get the paper, and maybe take some pictures.



The main road into the village was in chaos, a gritting lorry had hit the kerb with it's plough and the plough come off blocking the road. Cars were strew on both sides of the road, no one going anywhere. A few people were walking, like us either to or back from the village.



As we walked up the hill into the village, a car would go past and then halfway up lose traction and slither to a stop. We carried on walking.



The power cut had hit the whole village, but they had the papers and were accepting cash. All round the small square people were stopped talking, children throwing snowballs, and oddly, a fire engine parked up with the firemen collecting for charity whilst festive music played. All rather wonderful and community feeling.



We walked to the church to take pictures, the snow lay deep in the churchyard and up the grave markers. All was quiet, as little traffic was on the main road.



We walked back, put some water to boil on the stove and made tea and had the final slices of Dundee Cake #1 which we had begun last weekend and had pecked at through the week.

After a couple of hours, the power came back, we lit a fire and the house warmed up, and I settled down for an afternoon of sport and messing around on the computer. Yay!