Thrawst

I was lying in bed this morning listening to the sheets of snow sliding off the roof. Ah the thaw at last. Then it started to rain - oh yuk - still it should speed up the thaw. Then the rain started to sound hard - I mean hard, not heavy. Ah. More snow. No thaw. And now it's freezing again so I've decided to invent a new word for a frozen thaw. Oh and the wind has picked up too - so even if it is warmer - which I doubt - it feels a lot colder.

Due to the kindness of neighbours we got our hay yesterday. It was more adventuresome than we had anticipated on account of the hay being in a barn whose doors were frozen shut and whose hay was hidden behind a clatter of clutter (can you give a collective noun to a noun of collection I wonder?).

We even had a snow plough yesterday. And this morning a local JCB has been out trying to clear the roads a bit more - though I still don't think we'll be venturing out for a few days yet - the compacted re-frozen ice turns it's nose up at a smattering of salt 'n' grit unless there's a decent amount of traffic to drive it in.