What do you get if you cross a couple of feet of powdery snow with a strong Westerly?
Buried.
I was out in the snowtrac yesterday afternoon. I was helping a local farmer who was concerned for a dose of his sheep that were still 'oot the hill'. We located a good lot of 'em and they appeared to be doing fine. However, said farmer is resolved to get them home at the first available opportunity. Here's hoping it ain't April.
It was a cold clear day and I took some pics for you.
Compare that with today. Overnight 2 things happened. Firstly, the thermometer dropped to -16, secondly the wind got up.
It was certainly no day for the hill so I busied myself with indoor-maintenancy-jobs at HQ. At midday I decided to beat a retreat- and only just managed to get home on the road that had been snowploughed 20 minutes earlier. The picture of the road drifting in was taken in a lull. Otherwise all you'd be seeing is white.
The world has seen nothing of us Glen folk for a week. I wonder when they'll come looking for us in a snowtrac!
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