It is snowing here in Yorkshire on the Pennines – it began as I came home from work tonight and the combination of un-gritted surfaces, freezing temperatures and the rush hour created chaos on the slippery roads.
This is not the only place to experience bad weather in the North – at the weekend we went to Scotland and saw first hand the devastation the raging gales and storms had caused last week around the Mull of Galloway. The coast road along the peninsula had been hit so badly that it became impassable for a time. As you can see from the picture below where it was once all grass verge the rocks and pebbles from the beach have been tossed by the sea and now lay strewn across to the road like an extension of the beach. The road has been cleared and is now passable when the sea is calm like this but if the sea is a bit choppy you might not want to risk driving along here in case you get struck by falling pebbles amongst the spray.
On the other side of the road this farmer had a stone wall here before the storm – the sea has all but demolished it. He has collected the remnants of stone into the pile you can see in the field presumably to rebuild
The caravans near to our cottage are almost teetering on the edge with a closer sea view now than they might have wanted! Previously it had been possible to drive a car in front of this one.
The banking that falls from the farmers field to the beach on the other side of our cottage has been badly eroded by the sea in one day and look at the rocks that have been tossed onto the ledge. Further along a huge piece of banking has slid away.
For all this devastation I still love the bleakness of the winter beach, the grey subdued colours and the sense of complete wildness.
In contrast come and have a walk around our cottage garden – most of it is quite sheltered on a good day as it is only when the wind comes off the sea that it can be a bit breezy. The Fatsia is still a glossy green and the little hideaway birdhouse is a perfect shelter for the Robin – unfortunately I cannot introduce you as he doesn’t appear to be at home today.
Round by the Herb garden the Chives are already springing in to life.
On the Woodland trail the Bluebells too are springing up everywhere…
and Primroses peeping out above the fallen leaves
Along the mossy stream bank the Daffodil buds are swelling and…
across the stream in the field Fred the Pheasant is stalking the Wood Pigeon!
On a very sad note this tree stump in the foreground is all that is left of a Silver Birch tree. It hasn’t blown down in the storm far worse…someone has gone purposely into our wood when we were not around and cut it down and removed all the wood. As we have piles of logs everywhere that could have easily been taken for burning it is thought that this tree may have been taken to use for wood turning as Birch wood has a distinctive grain.