We had a pleasant lull recently, when most days were accompanied by bright sunshine, even though it was cold. It was January after all, so to be expected. Then the wind changed.
Norfolk sticks out into the North Sea, so when the winds come from due north, they are on their way from Norway and Sweden, so you can imagine what that brings. It brought snow, which was nice to look at, and fortunately didn’t hang around for too long. Then came the colder mornings, and frosty nights. The freezing rain that followed wasn’t too pleasant, I could have done without that.
Yesterday, it began to snow quite heavily in the morning; like white cornflakes, tumbling rapidly from the sky. It was heavy enough to obscure the view across the road, and I felt certain that we were in for a good covering. By the time it came to take Ollie for his walk, I considered it necessary to prepare for the conditions. I found my Russian hat, long stored in a wardrobe, and got out my warm-lined trousers, still not worn, reserved for the snow and ice. The larger scarf, longer parka, and gloves of course. By the time I had squeezed myself into this getup, the snow had been replaced by heavy rain. It was drumming on the rooftops, and when I stepped out, I could feel it was icy cold rain too.
I changed hats. No point getting all the fur wet on the Russian one, so it was swapped for the waterproof cap that I really hate. I eventually trudged off into the downpour with Ollie, and as usual, he took no notice whatsoever. The ground over the Meadows was like a quagmire. Melted snow, driving rain, all on ground that was hard underneath, made for a sticky and slippery mess. At times I had trouble keeping on my feet, as I watched Ollie bounding off toward the river, oblivious. After a couple of miserable circuits, I decided to head off to Hoe Rough. There were no other dogs out for Ollie to play with, so a longer walk would be required.
It wasn’t much better over there. Lots of water still standing on the ground, and thick mud on the paths near the river. I did my duty by Ollie, and continued to wander around in the driving rain, trying to feel happy for him, and for being out in the fresh air. It wasn’t working though. I just felt miserable and wet, with the rain so hard it was getting through my coat, and beginning to make me feel damp and tired. After being out for over ninety minutes, I turned for home. Ollie’s fur was soaked, and the only other person we had seen brave enough to venture out had been across the other side of the river, so we couldn’t accompany them. We had to settle for shouted greetings across the water, both complaining about the weather of course.
Once home and dry, I prepared the wood-burner for a nice fire. Not that it was cold inside, as the heating was on. It is just nice to have that flame, and feel the direct warmth. After all the problems with that burner, covered in detail on previous posts, it finally seems to be working properly, with no issues. (Yes, my fingers are crossed!) Once it was glowing magnificently, and throwing out a delicious heat, we settled in for the evening, with a nice meal, some TV shows, and lots of basking in the glow.
No need to go out again anywhere that night, fortunately.