Oh, dearie me.....

Well, it may be the first day of spring but one can never say never in dear old Blighty. Poor Scotland has been in the grips of a red alert winter weather front that has now settled over the south west, with much of the country experiencing snow, ice and blizzards. Many roads are closed and there are snow drifts building that one has not experienced for many a year. The male guardian took the carriage early this morn, bound for his professional toil, and lord knows when he will return. We are, dear reader, most experienced in the drill for bad weather and off he goes, packed for days away, with suitable supplies in the carriage including clothes, food and the necessary sleeping bag etc that is required when one travels such a distance to ones toil. Despite my own professional toil being much closer, when one lives in the countryside, with small, single track lanes to traverse, one must be prepared to take one's time and walk, if necessary. Whilst the journey in early this morning was slow, the journey home took a good hour and a half to achieve, dressed suitably in cold weather gear for the  beginning and end sections, including a warm hat pulled down low, a wind proof snood pulled up high so that only the eyes were exposed to the inclement weather, a good wind and waterproof coat with a hood to keep my woollen hat dry and warm, fur lined gloves, walking socks and both walking boots and Wellington boots for different conditions. My dears, one was snug as a bug as one made one's way home, walking the last mile or two across terrain that had not seen a car for quite some time today, going by the virgin snow, as one made one's way into the village and out the other side, down country lanes and home. It has to be said, however, that oh, it did look so bleakly beautiful. 

On reaching home, I was most delighted to find that the log burner was still alight, after being banked up and on a slow burn since last night. This morn, before leaving, one ensured it was well stoked for the day and lo, I arrived home to find enough hearty embers to once more have a beautiful fire going in minutes. Our little home is warm and snug, and one will ensure the home fires continue to burn throughout this wintery spell. The log basket is full to brimming, the pantry well stocked and the bird feeders topped up for the night. All one awaits, at some point, is the safe arrival of the male guardian but not, it seems, for sometime, me thinks.

With more snow and blizzard like conditions forecast overnight, one really must hunker down as best one can. Only the morning light will tell if one is able to reach one's carriage to venture forth to one's professional toil once more. In the meantime, we do so hope, my dears,  that those of you residing in dear old Blighty take heed of the warnings and stay safe and sound this night.