Emerges, battered but unbowed.
There was an awful lot of snow. When the great fall came we spent two and a half hours digging ourselves out. And now, nearly two weeks on, there is still quite a bit lying. The wind piled great drifts, as high as the stone pigsties. The kitchen garden was one great surging sea of snow. Usually it looks like this, in fact this picture was taken a couple of days before the snow hit. Today it still looks like this. Ian spent hours and hours digging and shovelling and hiking in and out of here over and through the snow to the hens. They spent the worst of the days confined to their house and then nearly a week with access only to the enclosed run. On Tuesday Ian and a friend's son dug out the deep drifts which had buried the fencing for the larger run and reinstated it. It's a good job that only the large house at the end is in use at the moment as the two smaller houses which we use for younger birds had filled right up with snow. ...