Snowfall
Snow was promised and so it came to pass. No late visit to the supermarket last night because that snow was falling steadily from 7pm onwards. Why risk skidding around and potentially having a costly accident when you don't absolutely have to go out? And so this was the view from our kitchen window when I arose this morning - three or four inches of the white stuff. Not cocaine. With my quiz pals, I was meant to go to Buxton today for a slap up lunch and drinks all covered by our quiz winnings but we postponed yesterday when we saw the weather forecast. Buxton in The High Peak is the highest market town in England and they really know about winter weather up there. It is twenty eight miles west of Sheffield but in a different climate zone. Talk about global warming up there and they'll laugh at you. Yesterday, I needed a walk but I didn't wish to drive so I put my boots on, crossed the main road and walked the length of Bannerdale Road - right down to the bottom. T...