Man vet aldrig

Hush I think it might be thawing.

Yesterday when I took the car down the track that leads to our house,

it felt as though I was going down a tobogan run.

The track runs down hill and has snow walls either side, steeper than the ones seen here.

I would have liked to have gone faster so that it felt more like a tobogan run,

but remembering that I had spilled

both myself and Mike off the snowscooter a couple of weeks ago,

I thought better of it.

Besides the hounds were in the back

and I don't think they would have appreciated slewing from side to side.

But the very next day, it seemed as though the thaw had properly set in.

There are now patches in the tobogan run where the gravel shows through.

The snow walls are begining to slump down into themselves.

Icicles hang from all the roofs.

Making pretty patterns.

This is part of how the roof was looking on 1st March.

Most of this snow has fallen off the roof now.

It makes a loud noise as it falls off.

Usually at night.

I'm on my own at the moment while Mike is away.

So it's a bit of a shock when it happens,

until I realise what it is.

There was a particularly loud crash of snow falling off the roof a few nights ago.

Paddy was all alert ready to bark at whatever was making the noise.

That's as far as he will go.

Rufus and Jewel just carried on sleeping, unperturbed.

But there's been a few false thaws already.

Usually the following day it's snowed all day.

So much

that I've had to wait for the snowplough to come before I could take the car out.

So,

man vet aldrig.

You never know.