A Whiteout

 There had been more snow in the night, filling in the footprints like in The Children of Green Knowe. The wind was bitterly cold and blowing the snow in drifts. It took a while for the gritter to come down the hill and up again to reach us. Most of the roads in Caithness are closed and Caithness itself is now only accessible by boat.

The drifts had piled up against the stone wall to the sheep field. The sheep themselves were huddled in a line beside the wood, having found the most shelter the field offered, when we went for our Intrepid Adventure down the road.

We got caught out in another blizzard when it was impossible to see the road.

Icicles have started forming around the house, one large icicle dangling near the porch door, and several smaller specimens hanging from the eaves of the boiler room. There is a spider's web in the corner of the eaves, and two small icicles danging from the threads of the web. It shows how strong the silk is!

The snow is building up on the roof, particularly over the shower room, and may result in an avalanche!

Today was our Story Day, and I wrote a chapter of a new story, but it was interupted by snowy adventures. We went for a walk in the moonlight. It was a supermoon tonight - the last one until November - and it lit up the snow covered road and fields as though it were a watered down sun. I saw a shooting star flying over the wood.

The drifts had grown since earlier, and it was challenging to walk through them. Some came up to the top of my wellies. When I went inside and took my wellies off, my legs ached with the effort of walking through deep snow.