We don’t often get snow here in the Preseli Hills, so it’s a bit of a treat for me. I’ll never get over the childlike excitement of waking up, opening the curtains and seeing fluffy white flakes falling from the sky
Today we’ve had just a few inches – enough to be pretty, but not enough to cause major disruption. The minor roads are a little tricky but the main roads are clear so it didn’t stop my daughters getting to school and I was still able to get to the post office to send off today’s orders.
But it’s astonishing how even a little snow can completely transform the environment.
It’s quieter; just the squeak and the crunch of the snowflakes underfoot… but then noisier, with the insistent bleats of a flock of sheep who would really like some extra hay please.
It reminds me, looking at how their fleeces catch the snowflakes and insulate the sheep underneath, that I’m waiting for a call – any day now – from the woollen mill that is spinning and weaving last year’s wool cut into blankets, scarves and throws. To say I’m excited about that is a complete understatement!
And yes, they did get their extra hay!