Today’s guest picture shows the station in Leicester used by my brother a few days ago. He noticed that they had a separate entrance and exit in years gone by in case passengers should be confused about what they were doing.
Our lengthy spell of warm weather has come to an end and although the thermometer said it was just above freezing when we woke up, everything outside was quite frozen.
There was a big demand for pellets…..this was the big demander.
Although the roads didn’t look icy, the temperature of 2°C was quite low enough to keep me off the bicycle and to welcome Dropscone round for a cup of coffee and a scone.
By the time that he was ready to go, there was a hint of sleet in the air and by lunchtime the garden had changed colour completely.
The snow encouraged a blackbird to try the seed feeder….
…a most unusual sight.
The chaffinches sat in the plum tree waiting for it to go.
Fortified by a slice of bread with sardine pâté, I laughed in the face of some substantial snowflakes and set off for a walk. I was only able to laugh as I had prudently put on a pair of waterproof trousers and I was protected by a large umbrella.
It was just as well that I was wrapped up as this was the scene outside our front gate…
…and it was snowing even harder by the time that I got to the suspension bridge.
I walked up to the High Street….
…and along to the Kilngreen.
The slushy snow felt rather slippery under foot and I watched as first one and then another car failed to get up the short but steep hill opposite the toll house. The driver of the first car wound down his window to tell me that he felt better about life when he saw the second car fail too. The thoughts of the driver of the second car, who obviously imagined that he could succeed where the first car had failed, are unrecorded.
I was glad that I wasn’t driving at all as conditions were not friendly.
With care, walking was even enjoyable. I strolled up the Lodge walks…
…avoiding being run over by the only car to pass me.
There was a lot to please the eye as I peered through the curtain of falling snowflakes.
A passing pheasant had left me clear instructions as to my best route…
…which took me round the pheasant hatchery and back along the riverside path.
There was an occasional hint of colour to remind me that I wasn’t living in a black and white world…
… but the black and white was very decorative.
I crossed the river by the Jubilee Bridge…
…and returned safely to the full colour world of our kitchen.
The snow eased off but remained on the ground and quite soon the light faded. It seemed like a good time to collapse in front of the telly and watch an old movie so I did that. Mrs Tootlepedal is busy on a new embroidery project so we sat in companionable silence.
In the evening, we were joined by Mike and Alison and Alison and I enjoyed some slightly patchy playing before joining the other two to down a small seasonal drink. After the afternoon’s heavy snow, it was fortunate that we had some port to hand. It didn’t matter what the quality was like though as you can drink any port in a storm. (Actually it was very good.)
The government has just issued some advice saying that 14 units of alcohol are the recommended amount for a week so Mrs Tootlepedal and I are going to have to drink a lot more if we are going to keep up. We will try our best.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch in traffic.