Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow…

Woohoo! It snowed! Then it snowed some more, and then a little bit more. It’s fantastic.

Since the last entry it’s been pretty much processing and delivering logs on the reserve. The heathland is maintained by removing the majority of trees that grow on it, and the wood produced from this process is then distributed amongst local people in the know. Just now there are a lot of people who want a log delivery before Christmas.

At the weekend I drove to Lewknor in Oxfordshire, to see my Dad and the other Golders, and back. The passion wagon, being 4 wheel drive (but not an SUV/Chelsea tractor, I hasten to add, for anyone reading this for the first time), coped admirably with the conditions. On my way there I was listening to reports of the M40 being gridlocked, Southbound, from Banbury all the way in to London. I was able to manhandle the wagon down the back roads to avoid the issue. Top stuff.

: Our first snow fell on the 17th

: Snowball fights. Eh? This is what winter should be all about.

: Some Sparrows in Dad’s back garden

: Dad’s road (ok, he doesn’t actually own it)

: A path near Lewknor

: Exmouth

: Snow people at the reserve workshop (Sam and Tia?)

: Mayday, mayday, Richard is stuck in Exeter. Thankfully we get him out and he’s able to drive home for Christmas. Or at least he would have been able to if his car hadn’t suffered a terminal engine failure on the way. The last we hear he’s on a train, having sold his car to a scrappie…