Most folk reading this probably know we are having a bit of a cold snap in the UK at the moment. Truth is all that has happened is that the warm weather we come to expect coming off the Atlantic has stopped for a while so we are experiencing the sort of weather most folk would expect this far North. We are after all as far North as the Hudson bay and there the sea freezes over and they have polar bears. Anyway the weather normally only comes from the East for a week or so at a time and now we have had 3 weeks of it which is quite memorable. When my kids are older I hope they will remember this winter and tell everyone how we don’t get proper winters like we used to any more.
Anyway, this is the main road up the village outside our house.
And this is Nicolas office in the old police station, we fitted a woodstove a few weeks ago and lots of insulation so I am quite pleased that it keeps warm and the snow on the roof shows we are not loosing the heat.
Tomorrow I have a train booked for HCA meetings in London and I have been a bit unsure about whether I could drive to Macclesfield 20 miles away or not. I have to go out over roads like this so today I bought some winter tyres. In many countries it is illegal to drive in winter on normal tyres and having experienced the difference in cold weather grip I can understand why.
This is Sparrowpit which I pass on the way top the tyre place. Pretty in the snow.
This is the road out of the valley, Mam Tor a Bronze Age hill fort is in the background. I took the children up there after school and we climbed up the landslip face. It felt like scaling a mini Eiger, right up to the little cornice along the top left edge then jumped off and slid all the way down, 20 minutes up 30 seconds down, quite an adrenaline rush but a lovely big drift to land in.
Well that is a bit of a contrast to tomorrow which involves a train to London for various meetings including another visit to DCMS and supper with Tanya Harrod an astute writer on Crafts who amongst other things wrote the definitive “The Crafts in Britain in the 20th Century” Then Saturday is a quick visit to the V&A, an HCA committee meeting then late train home. Whenever I go away and I return then I feel grounded by this landscape, this is the view I get when I come over the hill into Edale, home.