Snow, like, proper snow!

This is the view we woke up to this morning, proper snow even by my standards, enough to make me with, as I do, briefly once every few years, that I owned a pair of skis.

Before I even saw that view, Elmo took a picture of me and the cat in bed this morning, for no other reason than that it’s cute. We’ve renamed her Kelele, which means noise, din or racket in Swahili (thanks, Lea!) because she complains pretty much all night of being hungry, although she’s quiet as a mouse most of the day. Also, it shortens nicely to something phonetically akin to Lily and that’s a pretty name for everyday use.

She’s really a lovely cat, very easy-going and low-maintenance, if still a bit panicky when the bed’s being put up or let down. Oddly, she usually tries to run *under* the scary bed before panicking and running out again.

Here’s what the cabin looks like in this much snow. It’s still melting a little on the roof, presumably because we haven’t finished putting the ceiling up yet, so there are airways up there through the dangling bits of insulation. I should really get round to finishing that.

The view across the valley is particularly beautiful now.

We went out this morning to do our bit shoveling snow off the road so we could get out to go to Sheffield this evening, but it had already been done. Might need doing again later, mind you, more heavy snow is forecast.

I made a snowman and then amended it into a snow cat. The forecast is cold for the foreseeable future, so it’ll likely be the sentry at the top of the steps for a while. Perhaps I’ll buy those skis on ebay.