I don’t think I ever remember snow coming and going quite so quickly. I’m sure it has done but my memory isn’t what it was!
These were taken on Saturday morning…
These at first light on Sunday…
The snow which came on Friday evening had been forecast, but we were still surprised by both how quickly the snow fell and just what a covering would be left behind. We were having dinner with our friends Chris and Sally. It was snowing when we arrived but then the snow was forgotten about as we ate a delicious meal washed down by some pink bubbles from La Renaudie and caught up on everything that had happened since we last saw them.
When we came to leave at around 11pm the snow was about 15cm deep. Another friend, Frank was having trouble even getting his car off the drive. It wasn’t really a problem for our Freelander, but we had decided to follow Marion and Frank back through the lanes to their house and then on to ours.
Unfortunately Frank’s automatic car really failed to negotiate the hills. We stopped tried to push him out, then put some grit down from the road box, then cleared two channels through the snow for the wheels. At this stage Tim decided to put our snow chains and tow Frank’s car. By this time Sally had arrived running up the road in her PJs with a large snow shovel (which quickly broke!) and a blanket. With the blanket down Frank was able to get some grip and take a run at the hill. We ran behind to give him that last push that was needed to see him over the brow. I just wish I’d remembered to take my camera!
The journey home which normally takes about 20 minutes took close on 90, but at least everyone was home safely.