A white morning

I was not surprised to find a whiter world this morning.

After a trip into Lancaster yesterday, we ended up at the golf club. As we sat there, you could see the number of white horses increasing in murky water of the Bay. As time went on the clear blue sky grew ever darker. In the end the only light was the water, so much brighter than the leaden sky. There the clouds were black & dense, heavy-looking, slowly making their way south from the Lakeland fells. Something bad was definitely on the way. We hastened home before it arrived.

After dinner we settled down to a drink & some French chansons when suddenly there was a horrific pounding at the window. The Fox got up to look out. The world was white with hailstones.

So this morning I wasn’t surprised to see we’d had a scattering of snow during the night. It isn’t very deep but pretty icy. The lawns, lozenge of rowans & other beds were accentuated in white as the paths and patio area just looked wet. In many ways it’s quite beautiful but I’m not sad it isn’t worse.

I’ve just been making some beef rissoles for dinner tonight. A few bits ended up outside for the birds. They’re going to have difficulty finding much in this frozen world without a little assistance.