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 It is very cold! On New Year's Eve, it was snowing as I went out to walk the dogs, though the land down below was clear and green, and the sun came out as we were walking.  This very thin coat of snow meant houndy zooming, even from Rosie! Not too old to frolic, apparently.

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The Cold

Feb. 3rd, 2012 12:03 pm
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This morning I did not take the dogs out until about 10:30, hoping the ice would have melted and the ground would be easier on delicate greyhound feet.   But it had not.  Helga Saab complained that it was still -2 degrees C despite the brilliant sunshine, and the half-bottle of water I keep in the boot for thirsty dogs had frozen solid.  It has not snowed here, though I can see that the top of Dartmoor is white.  The skies are a brilliant blue.

The milkbottles on our doorstep had frozen.  Gold Top milk expands more than silver top when frozen, and silver top melts faster, so that the silver top had made a little puddle of cream around itself, whereas the gold top had just thrust its contents skywards and left it at that. 

Yesterday I walked near Tavistock with my sister and my mother and her dogs, under a fabulous red-skies sunset, with the folly on Kit Hill silhouetted against it in the distance. This morning, I saw a puddle in a hollow on the hill which had frozen fast and created a huge spiral swirling pattern of air trapped under the ice.  Of course, I didn't bring my camera either time... 

EDIT - on my second walk of the day, I noticed that the snowdrops which were all in bloom have frozen solid - some of them had melted in the sun, drooped and contorted, then re-frozen in strange sad twisted shapes.  There's something strangely violent about such a sudden cold coming on a landscape that was warming and unfolding ready for the spring : it's not like the expected process of going slowly to sleep for the winter : it's more painful and ugly. 

EDIT2: Saturday - And now it IS snowing! Though only an inch or so and it's not so cold.
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Friday : Snow, but not enough to make getting out of village a problem. Philmophlegm in Plymouth. Friday evening, MORE snow. PP decides to stay in (marginally) sunnier climes rather than try to get home in snow through dark slippery lanes.

Sat: Pp and I agree to meet in Tavistock. I make it as far as the local pub, then my car begins sliding inexorably backwards.Read more... )

Sunday. The snow is melting a bit and the roads are probably just about driveable, but I have no particular reason to drive, so instead Read more... )

So: the pics:
Obligatory snow pics, with dogs (but no nude dogs this time)  )
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Heroic strugglings of Royal Mail )

Snow... In the Cornish Manner )Read more... )

Updated later in the day because yet another snow post seemed like one too many! :
The Saab lives up to her Swedish roots.  )

Things I wish I'd said to an idiot )

Tara's adopters are suppose to be picking her up tomorrow: not sure if that is going to happen or not at the mo.

Snow dog

Jan. 6th, 2010 10:27 pm
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 I made myself an extra greyhound!  )
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When snow falls maybe one year in three, or one year in four, for a handful of days, surely, surely it is more educational for children to be out in it, learning how it crunches, how it melts,  how to sledge, how to make a snowman, how to take photos of snow, how to go home and paint it -  than sitting in a classroom doing something they could be doing any day of the year, and wishing they weren't?

Apparently 80 schools in Cornwall were closed today.   I just cannot see this as the educational disaster that the local news suggests it is.

My knees are wet now.  I have been photographing Bert the Gargoyle in the snow, with fairy lights.   We've taken down the rest of the decorations but disentangling fairy lights from snowy bushes can wait!   Drying snowy knees smell funny. 
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Old dog, new home )

Another dog expands his wardrobe )

We still have snow, even though it's melted across practically all the rest of Cornwall, the Northfacing gloom of our village retains it like nobody's business.  Having had the ice experience at Christmas, the entire village has developed Snow Worries, and as soon as our 1cm fell, everyone charged out with brooms and spades and grit.  I managed to brush our steps and path myself but by the time I'd made it to the drive someone else had already done that!  

I was amused to notice that where some people had brushed the road, they had neatly done just their own section, creating a perfect snowy line across the road at the edge of 'their patch'.  I wonder if they do that by eye, or actually measure it...?

I've done sod-all this Christmas really, I've just pigged out, read a lot,  walked dogs and footled about.    I haven't even put up my exciting new Bat box or my new Owl box (though I have thought about where I might put them, at least) and I've done a tiny bit of carving, enough to create a tiny pile of chippings that wouldn't fill a pencil sharpener.  

There's a sign up on the local garage noticeboard advertising saxophone lessons.  I haven't played with my Gigantic Saxomophone for ages.  I wonder...?
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I have just taken my life in my hands and walked Tara Banana and Az (not taking Mollydog out on ice: she's not great on laminate flooring, let along anything skiddier (is that a word?)). The ice is over an inch thick in some places in the lanes, which did at least mean I could have them offlead - nothing was about in this (and I needed both hands for support!)

We met one car in an hour's walk - driven very very slowly by two huge nervous-looking blokes - I think it must have come up out of the bottom of the valley, it's usually warmer down there so they probably didn't realise just how bad it would be on the hills.

Az was walking ok, but Tara is an ice dancer! She was bounding about like a loon, skidding, controlling the skid, flinging sticks about, leaping in the air! I'd have videoed it, only I didn't want to risk holding a camera, as I am only 2-leg drive myself!

Footprints

Mar. 5th, 2009 09:59 am
bunn: (Mollydog in the snow.)
More snow today. I was thinking of changing my snowy background on this blog since last week spring was springing so enthusiastically, but perhaps it's too soon.

It was that very fine snow, so though it had formed a crunchy half-inch layer, it had also blown into blobs on all the bushes and drifted into the banks, so everything was covered and sparkly.   There were a lot of rabbit footprints, including one group where the rabbits had clearly been fighting or playing in the snow, deer prints and I also found something that I think must have been a weasel - four tiny feet landing almost together, then about 6-8 inches further on, another group of four, as though it was bounding through the snow.  

There was a fox about too, I could smell him, but I can never remember how to tell the difference between fox footprints and small dog ones so I'm not sure if I saw his prints or not.   The hounds became very excited and ran about looking in holes, but I'm pretty sure they don't know much about being foxhounds either.

I thought the deer tracks that I saw were roe, as they were quite small: Flat Coated Retriever Lady told me that she had found what she thought was red deer tracks accompanied by a young one, but I didn't find those.   I hope they were all red deer: they are much easier to deal with as they have so much more sense than roe and can run like a horse, so if Az sees one it's not really a problem.   

Roe are much more of a problem for me, as they dont' go very fast and tend to freeze until you are practically on top of them.  (I was interested to read in 'Understanding the working Lurcher' that the author thinks roe deer are idiotic animals that behave in a loony way.  This is my impression too: they just seem to be naturally a bit gormless as wildlife goes.  Sadly,   I also discovered from reading that book that if Az is a working lurcher, he's a very bad one with absolutely none of the normal hunting skills, so my approach to roe deer will continue to involve a muzzle and a lead.  I was hoping to discover more about how working lurcher owners train their dogs to take only the designated targets, but basically you seem to need a dog that knows what it's about and doesn't get so worked up.)
bunn: (Mollydog in the snow.)
The snow that fell overnight here has melted, but there is plenty still on the hills.   It's odd looking down when you are standing a foot deep in snow onto a green valley full of sun.   Here is a view from our front window:



I have got a bug of some sort and spent this morning asleep. I should be working now but I'm all achy and don't want to.

I forgot to note that the weather is running backwards again.  East winds are so strange.

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I have noticed several times over the recent snowy weather that working from home seems to be used as a euphemism for taking a day off.   I also note that there have been the usual blanket annoucements that the country has lost X billion pounds because some people have not gone to work.

This makes me a bit grumpy.  No doubt there are lots of people who have seized on an excuse to take a day off. And there are people who cannot do their work if they aren't in a specific place.  And there are people whose jobs are very linear and cannot make up the work not done one day the next, or by working faster.  There are even people whose work is really urgent and important, though my own feeling is that there aren't half as many of those, as people who would like to think of themselves as important...

I work from home all the time. You can get quite a lot done working from home.  Often you can get more done, because offices often aren't very good places to actually do work, filled as they are with people wanting a chat, people creating a drama, people wanting advice and technical support, gossipping, procrastinating, making coffee, relocating furniture,  sharing rude videos...

I am very dubious that the country loses £billions because some people didn't make it to work for a couple of days.  If they walked through the snow, fell over and broke a leg, would that not put them out of work for much longer, not to mention making extra hassle for the emergency services guys whose work really is genuinely important?   

Plus, school closures.  Why on earth not...?  It's not like a couple of days off school is going to imperil anyone's entire education, whereas given that we don't get snow that often, surely there's an argument that allowing children to experience will in itself be a learning experience: probably a more enriching and useful one than double geography.  

Old people's services. Surely when everything is covered in ice, putting off the Old People's Tea for a couple of days is not a failure, but a sensible measure to prevent piles of damaged pensioners building up on the pavements?

It's OK to work not in a workplace.  Actually, I think it's OK to slack for a day and then work really hard the next day: if you have that sort of job then probably that happens whereever you do it anyway. Working and learning doesn't only happen in schools and offices, or when specially organised! 
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This morning we could see that the snow on top of Dartmoor was *still there*. In fact, there was even more of it! It had even snowed down in our village, though only very slightly and it was almost gone by the time we'd got up. So we went to scale the heights to find some snow. And we found some! It was quite shallow, but enough that some people were sledging, and others were building tiny snowmen.
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