The Icy Adventure On Our Iced Over Roads.

Never mind the roads, the driveway is too.

On Friday I sat in on a pedicure-party. Oh yes, I told you that our village is a place of fun and good times. One little tidbit I gleaned was from a local gal ( born & bred ) telling us that she told all of her family at home:

" You only go outside the front door if you really have to. It is far too dangerous and slippery. "

Now that surprised me no end. I assumed that Bob and I, hailing from warmer climes were just being silly when it came to navigating our icy environs.

Well, there was the proof. Everyone seems to be battling. Just to put you in the picture: Merely walking out your front door and stepping on the lawn in front of you is pure danger. It has snow on it that has frozen over into this icy cover. After the snowfall it also rained a bit and this
' mish mash ' has frozen over again. Oh yes, one could easily play ice hockey on our driveway.

Bob has had an outlandish idea of Bob-sleighing down the driveway using a plastic lid and sitting on it. As I to pointed out to him:

" How on earth are you going to stop before you cross over the main road? "

Let me tell you, even getting our car back into its garage is a nightmare. So difficult to get a grip for the tyres. Gosh, the only cars you see coquettishly using the road are the elusive 4 x 4 and of course tractors. The other day, I was shuffling along the side of the road ( if you ever walk on treacherous ground, you'll realize that shuffling is an apt description ) when a 4 x 4 whooshed past and even gave a jaunt wave!

This has been a weekend of relaxing for us. I have not been out the house for two days. Oh, except for giving nourishment to our lovely Tigger. Even that little walk to her hiding hole is far from safe.

At the moment, when you look outside the snow looks all nice and woolly. But as you step on it, you sort of break through it. This snow has iced over and is more a collection of white looking ice.

It was so cute yesterday afternoon when I went to feed Tigger a tad bit late. We are only talking about 30 minutes or so. Yet, outside each one of our windows were here distinctive little paw prints in the icy snow. Almost as if she had tried to work out which window we were hiding behind.

At least I know that she is not underfed. Her paw prints had power behind them. A lightweight would hardly have broken the surface....

Biggi

Start with the pretty. This is the tree outside our bathroom window. Isn't the ice formation stunning?

Our driveway meets the road. Wherever you put your foot, it slips out from under you.

A close-up of the road. Yes it has gravel on it, but they are covered in ice and that makes the road still extremely treacherous.

Tigger leaves her mark...