22 January 2023

Well thank goodness – there’s been considerably less rain this week and the brook at the bottom of the appropriately named Brook Street has returned, more or less, to its pre-flood capacity. Instead of the rain we’ve had cold and frosty mornings with clear blue skies. Daisy comes home from her morning and afternoon walks less coated with mud than has been the case recently which is a good thing. Normally, when she is caked with mud she receives a, no doubt, “refreshing” hose down. Over the past few days, the hose has been frozen so she has escaped that particular humiliation, much to her relief I’m sure.

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25 December 2022

Thankfully (?), the cold, cold, cold temperatures of the last week have gone and we are once again enjoying more or less appropriate temperatures for the time of year. “Fresh” but not frozen which is somewhat of a relief. On the other hand, it means that we’ve moved directly from winter to mud season in the space of a day or so. The dog comes back from her walk wearing a discreet and distinctive mud splattering and Penny and I come back about four inches taller wearing platform mud boots. Lovely.

Stop Press: After “Zooming” with my brothers and sisters yesterday afternoon, I realise that I need to stop complaining about the “cold” temperatures we get in the UK. Compared to what they’re currently enjoying, our “cold” weather is rather akin to sitting on a beach in the Bahamas. My cousin in Montana is expecting a low of -52 F (-47 C). So, no more complaining about the “freezing” winter temperatures we sometimes see.

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