After an unusually cold and wet night, we awoke this morning to snow on the roof. We had heard the hail and sleet, but thought little of it. It felt a bit chilly in bed, but it is February, after all.
The snow was something of a shock. Even after it had melted on the house, it remained on the shed roof, and in the grass over at the Meadows. My dog walk was muddy and annoying, accompanied by unpleasant showers of hail and sleet, pattering against my coat. I could have done without it, that’s for sure.
The sleet turned to rain, late in the afternoon, and soaked the furry collar of my coat. I was happy to get home, to get into the warm, and not to be walking through the slick mud. It would appear that winter has come late to Beetley. I can do without that, thanks very much.