Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snow. Show all posts

Wednesday, 30 January 2019

A pretty day and a few hellos



Such a pretty day of squeaky snow today—a thin layer which, when you step on it, 'gives' and compacts with a satisfying soft sound.

And I learned the names of two people I often see on my way home from work, plus that of the dog of one of them. The dog lady has remarked before that her lovely golden retriever seems to want to walk with me rather than with her! I'm sure it doesn't but I'm allowed to join the pack temporarily. Thank you, Dog Amber!

The other person's name I learnt today belongs to an old man who is sometimes on the same bus down the loch as me. A few weeks ago he started waving to me after I'd got off and as the bus pulled away. I would wave back. Then I started to look for him when I got on the bus. He usually sits quite far back and I usually sit quite far forward as mine is quite a short journey. I began to give him a wave if he was there. Today I thought it was time to introduce myself, so I did.

I've made a few bus friends. Some people seem always to have an open smile so if you end up sitting next to them, chat will start. Since I grew up in Lancashire, where chat starts very easily with strangers, such casual conversation-making runs in my blood. Then you get to know those people better if you see them regularly. One woman who gets on the same bus as me every Monday now saves me a seat!

Sunday, 15 January 2017

Car tumbles

On my way back from grocery shopping this morning, looking towards home across the water

Ice on the steep hill down towards the loch yesterday morning made me realise that BlueCar, which I'd left at the bottom on Thursday when it started to snow quite heavily, would not make it up to the house with the grocery shopping I was planning to do. I arranged with Toad that he'd come down in Rusty Trusty 4x4 Rattletrap to pick me and the groceries up from the bottom when I got back.

On my return I found our neighbour filling his wheelbarrow from the grit bin (that also resides at the bottom of the hill–what we call 'DTH': down the hill) and gritting the steep slope spade by spade. It seems his partner had 'totalled' her car during the week by skidding on ice along the shore road. Apparently her car ended up on its roof. I'd noticed some police tape on the seaward side of the road on my way round the loch and hoped the accident hadn't been too bad. Like my car wrecking somersault over the sea wall and onto the beach at Cove seven years ago, it seems our neighbour wasn't hurt but her car was!


It was after LucyCar's somersault that we got the Rattletrap. Gosh! it looked quite smart back then! Baboons tore off the spare tyre cover on a trip to Knowsley Safari Park several years ago when I was visiting the DerbyshireDudes.

LucyCar after her tumble. First pic was in a local newspaper. Toad took the others later. Thank goodness for seat belts, airbags and a sturdy car 'box' I say! Me, another mum and two young cub scouts were not hurt and there was another car load of scouts behind us. We were on our way (I was a Cub leader at the time) to a Thinking Day service at Craigrownie Church. The scout leader and his teenage son stayed with the car till the police came and emptied the contents of the boot and glove compartment into a bag. The Beaver Scout leader took the rest of us to the church where I was happy to sit among friends in a warm place for an hour or so. The police came and talked to me afterwards.

Thinking Day, 22 February, was the joint birthday of the founders of the Scout and Guide movements. This is what Wiki says: On the dayGuides and Girl Scouts everywhere think of each other and of their commitment to international friendship and understanding. It is celebrated each year on 22 February, which was the birthday of both Robert Baden-Powell and his wife, the former World Chief Guide, Olave Baden-Powell.

That year, 2010, Peninsula Guides had been collecting old, often chipped mugs in which they then planted miniature daffodil bulbs which were flowering by 22 February. They gave one to every scout and guide in the church. It was a lovely token of hope on a day that left me rather shaken. 

It was three years before I would drive at all when there was ice on the ground. It was a skid on ice that landed us on the beach; I had turned into the skid but then saw a hefty stone wall in front of me and reacted! On our side on the beach was the result. Not too bad a result all things considered. It was kind of the tide to be out! Rattletrap can cope with ice but even now I'd rather Toad did the getting down the hill to gritted roads bit when our hill is like this (I've 'smallened' some of them to make them fit better in a clump; you can click on them to 'embiggen' them if you want):


Winters with conditions like this are not common here but we've had two out of eleven and there are always a few days, often in February or March, when the postman doesn't deliver stuff because of ice on the hill. The last few days have been such but I met him DTH yesterday and he handed me our post. At times I've pulled my Kahtoola Microspikes over my boots and gone down with a sledge for stuff that was being delivered. Toadlet and I sometimes needed them when walking to her primary school one mile along the shore road.




Thursday, 17 November 2016

Chilly welly wander


I've been wondering who had yanked up the liverwort on top of an old spruce stump (a Christmas tree from a long ago Boggy Brae family). This morning I saw a magpie mining the wood, presumably looking for grubs or ants. I wasn't quick enough to get a pic.

Down there beside the stump the ground is very soggy... well, it's soggy everywhere at the moment!

The lichen and the mosses on the stump are lovely.



From higher up the garden I was surprised to see some snow on the hills to the north but I noticed that the rain had hit "Scrawny" from the north-west so I guess what was rain here was snow a bit higher and 'norther'.






Scrawny's trunk dry on one side
Wet and ivy-clad on the other

I enjoyed the colours of fallen leaves, young birch bark, and dying lemon-scented fern. It was chillier than I expected out there. I haven't taken my hat off yet.





Thursday, 25 December 2014

Pictures from my Christmas morning walk

Except for the last three which were taken on the way home, the pics are all from along the top of the Boggy Brae 'ridge'




Skyline to the north

Clyde

Looking towards Arran

Across Loch Long






An old farm waggon

no wind

On the home straight

Wednesday, 12 February 2014