John Geddes wrote " Decembers wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summers memory" As I looked out of the window on Sunday it looked like December. It felt like December. The snow had fallen overnight and coated the trees in white. The green grass was covered with 4" of the white stuff. The paths were invisible hidden under their winter coat. The mini beast from the East had arrived bringing with it snow showers. Being a Sunday there was little traffic on the roads and they remained impassable until the afternoon. Myself, the driver and a neighbour took our snow shovels out and cleared the path, cleared a route through our road and gritted what we could. Swimming was impossible and it looked like the haircut tomorrow would go on the
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