It’s coming up to the end of February and, so far, we’ve escaped the snow. But we’re not out of the woods yet.
It wasn’t that many years ago the village was a whiteout this time of year. Work was something no-one could get to (at last, we were snowed in).
The fields resembled ski slopes and Bruegel paintings. Children and families used fertiliser sacks and upturned trays to make the most of the weather.
It was glorious. Spring is on its way, there’s no doubt about it. But I can live in hope.