Well, what a delightful surprise to have the male guardian return earlier than was anticipated. A brief message upon the electronic devise and out I dashed to meet him for he had managed to slowly wend his way home bar the last few miles, which he undertook on foot. Due to the snow, the last few hilly miles were too icy for his small carriage, thus necessitating leaving it further away in a large lay-by. As he set out to walk through the village that precedes ours, a most delightful gentleman in one of those most covetable of country carriages, a four by four, did stop to offer him a lift. This dear chap whisked the male guardian to the centre of our nearest village in moments, with a cheery wave as he went on his way. Thus, as I walked to the crest of the hill with my neighbours and their children, off to make the most of the snowy countryside on the nearest steep hill with their sledges, I espied the male guardian sauntering t'ward me. Oh, what a delightful sight, my dears. I was most pleased to have him home safe and sound.
Today, the weather has turned warmer and the snow is deflating faster than a soufflé from a hot oven. Early this morn, we walked up to the village for the periodicals, calling in on a dear elderly gentleman colleague of mine to ensure he was sufficiently stocked and warm. Once reassured, we felt happy to continue. It was a delightful walk, meeting many people along the way and it was so wonderful to see the indomitable British spirit was once more to the fore. We passed the time of day and spoke to any number of people along our way, in the village and back through the lanes to our home.
Later we ventured out once more in an attempt to bring our carriages home for the snow and ice had fast turned to slush and water. First to be rescued was my own small carriage, still covered in and surrounded by snow. As we attempted to dig it and push it out of the drift, several people stopped to help and lo, it was free. We drove a further few miles to the male guardians carriage which was also clad and surrounded by ice covered snow. Again, as we worked on freeing it, a most delightful young man stopped his own carriage to assist. My dears, he was so smartly dressed I did protest at his offer but to no avail for he was most insistent and once more a carriage was free. With a handshake and a smile for the thanks he was gone, on his way. We all but got home when the male guardians carriage found difficulty at a junction where snow had built up. For the third time, many willing hands made light work and we continued on our way. Most carefully we traversed our single track, steep lane and home we were, with some assistance from our dear neighbour to ensure both carriages were suitably on the drive of our small estate, for the snow there was well clad in a thick layer of unbroken solid ice.
Dear reader, whilst dear old Britain fair grinds to halt in the face of a few inches of snow, what does not is the British spirit. At times like this, help is readily offered and at hand. The male guardian and I have both given and received it over these snowy few days and oh, dear souls, how it fair warms the heart and makes one proud to be British.
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