While the rest of the UK has been continuing to bask under blue skies and warm sunshine, up here in the frozen north we have gone in just 4 days from this:
The promised return to winter materialised with a vengeance today, with my walk to church this morning taken in the teeth of a fierce hail shower driven by a bitter northerly wind. Thank goodness the church is not much more than a quarter of a mile away! The service was followed by a walk home an hour later in windless calm and amid gently falling snow.
Since then calm and fitfully sunny intervals have alternated with driving, heavy hail, sleet and snow showers which sweep along the valley from the sea to the north, hiding the castle, kyle and mountains from sight. It’s been an afternoon for quiet knitting, accompanied by tea and hot, buttered toast, interrupted by the occasional dash to the window to watch the weather change yet again.
|Who stole the castle?|
As I write it is snowing hard, but by the time I post this, the sun may be out again and the water droplets glittering from every twig of the still leafless silver birch in the garden. April at her most capricious.