Between Christmas and New Year, the village had it’s first real frost of winter and a sprinkling of snow. Snow doesn’t appear as readily as years ago and I remember villagers at the bus stop telling me the tale of when my road and the whole village were snowed in.
Local tractors came to the aid of those needing help and the village was just one white world. But it was spoken about with fondness of memories where the villagers came together again to help each other survive…….
So the appearance of a frost sounds quite pathetic in comparison really, but it made for a different trundle.
When it’s icy my daughters often call me ‘Bambi on ice’….as I gingerly try to keep upright..it was misty as well which added to the magical landscape….
I stepped out of my door and immediately started to slide down my path😳….turning round, I went back in and got my tub of salt crystals and scattered them along the path and threw a few down the road for good measure….
Back on track I stepped cautiously down the road, icy patches here and there to be avoided..I decided to go along the main road first towards the duck pond with a veil of mist hanging over it.
Then decided to cross the road before the disappointed ducks realised I’d come without food, but the 3 amigos gave me a beady eye as I walked on passed…
Up through the houses to the back lane and as I turned the corner a blackbird and Robin stood as still as me just watching
The playing fields would remain silent of games today, for and frost changing the landscape
Something as simple as a nettle leaf, avoided at all other times but takes on a beauty of it own when covered in frost
The lane lay empty of companionship, just the mist revealing section by section as I trundled further
A pheasant in the horses field, oblivious to my presence rummaged for food
Before it saw me and took flight, it’s signature squawk echoing in the cold air
As I approached the graveyard I could hear morning chatter and smiles greeted me as I appeared. Dog walkers passing the time of day warned me not to venture further up the back lane as it was a sheet of black ice this morning, so, after a chat and a cuddle with the dogs, I turned right past the church and towards the Shetland ponies.
Suddenly I heard 2 voices behind me calling my name. It was Val and her hubby who own the ponies carrying bucketfuls of treats. Someone had had a go at them for not providing a shelter for these little ponies, but as we said the clue is in the name ‘Shetland Ponies’. Their habitat is outside in all weathers. When Val provided a shelter some years ago, they didn’t use it. Anyway I’m sure she educated the person…..
Before Val came into view Ginger Biscuit looked content in their frosty field and knew that Val wouldn’t be the only one bringing him carrots and other treats….
The ponies all headed for Val at the sound of her voice and the pheasant decided to go into hiding for a while in the full knowledge that when the humans had gone, it could surface again and sample whatever delights had been left
As for me, well I headed home for a warming cuppa tea……