Posts Tagged ‘snow’


February 17, 2021

It is that time of year, first sign of Spring, the snow melts away and snowdrops appear.

Digging in the garden. A short row every few days.

Today, harder work, tiring, trying to dig up nettles startling to grow.

Clay soil. Last year when I dug, hard clods of soil. I made the mistake a few weeks later, breaking the clods and raking the soil, which was then battered by the rain. What I should have done, and regretted I did not, let the weather erode down the clods.

This year I will leave, but what I have noticed, no longer the hard clods. The soil structure has improved. Maybe because I dug out one of the compost heaps, to rebuild, spreading the compost on the garden.

Leaving the soil, frost will also break down the clods.

A week of snow

March 4, 2018

It started Monday a week ago, awoke to a light covering of snow.  It soon melted away.

In Lincoln, bitterly cold, light flurries of snow, few people about, those that were were stocking up with food.

I had intended to leave early, instead left late, after lunch at County Restaurant the afternoon in Madame Waffle.

Tuesday the snow had arrived. Before breakfast a path cleared of snow.

A day of dark clouds, bright sunshine, heavy snowfalls.

Heavy snowfall, blizzard, and something I had never experienced before, whiteout.  This would alternate with clear blue sky and sun shining.

Subzero outside, and yet, was able to sit and relax in the conservatory, heated by the sun.

Solar power though of no use. Looking out, I see solar panels covered in snow.

Nothing moving, everyone snowed in.

Wednesday, as Tuesday, heavy snow, several inches deep, before breakfast clearing the snow.  No soonest cleared, within half an hour, at least an inch deep. Before lunch, once again clear the snow, now a couple of inches deep.

As Tuesday, heavy snow, dark clouds, sunshine. Again possible to sit in the conservatory, minus three degrees outside, drops to minus seven.

As Tuesday, heavy snowfall, blizzard, whiteout, which  would alternate with clear blue sky and sun shining.

Impossible to go out, sink into the snow.

Farnborough two days in a row, record for colddest place, minus 11.9C.

Warning, we are running out of gas. People should drop their temperature by a degree, will not notice, saves money, saves gas. If going out, turn down the thermostat by at least five degrees, then turn back up on return.

We need large gas storage facilities. We had but was closed last year. That is what happens when privatise energy supply, lose energy security, no resilience in the system.

Not possible to import from Europe, as pipes lack capacity, and even if possible, Europe colder than UK, thus need the gas.

UK was powered by North Sea Gas. It was sold of on the cheap, now UK imports roughly half the gas it needs.

Wind is providing as much energy as gas, but different usage.

Industrial users of gas cannot be cut off, crash cool a kiln and cause tens of thousands of pounds worth of damage to the kiln.

In Lincolnshire, at least 45 roads are closed, idiots who should not be out, are out in their cars no idea how to handle a car in the snow, get stuck then block the roads.

Police call in the military they cannot cope.

Thursday I managed to get out. To my surprise, many people are walking in the snow in Washingborough. I guess house bound and an opportunity to get out the house.

I ask one man, is it worth walking to the local Coop? He says no, no bread, he has taken the last milk.

As I thought, no deliveries and more people placing demand on local Coop.

Slowly running out of food.

Walking around the village, very cold, Arctic conditions, sub-zero with a gale blowing.

There has been no snow all day.

Friday again no snow. Manage to get out and walk to the local Coop. As I thought, very little stock, no bread, little in the way of vegetables, a small amount of milk.

Again very cold with strong winds blowing.

Saturday a little snow overnight, light covering of snow.

One degree Celsius. It actually feels warm.

Hop on the bus to Heighington. The Spar shop reasonably well stocked, actually able to get some bread, the butcher well stocked.

Stock up with provisions. At least will not starve.

In the afternoon a trip into Lincoln. One kind person has even cleared the bus stop.

Walking to the bus stop and waiting for the bus, cold and damp, a breeze blowing, misty.

Very bleak journey into Lincoln.

The State of the Art Lincoln Central Bus Station colder than outside.

Outside the entrance a couple of inches of slush, Lincoln City Council cannot be arsed to clear the snow.

Sincil Street and High Street the same, slush covered streets. Traders pay enough in businesses rates, the least they can expect is the streets to be cleared of slush.

More people out than I expected. Maybe Saturday, maybe first opportunity to get out of the house and into Lincoln.

Stokes on High Bridge as always, empty, same for Cafe W at Waterstone’s. On the other hand Coffee Aroma busy and at Madame Waffle packed queuing at the door to get in. That is th difference good coffee makes.

I take the opportunity to stock up with more provisions.

Walking back to the bus station, I notice the slush melting, water gathers at the lowest point and flows, the newly installed drains not at the lowest point. Yet another design flaw for the newly opened Lincoln Central Bus Station that only opened last month.

Sunday a few degrees above freezing, the snow starting to melt, very misty.

It snows, and the country grinds to a halt, the trains do not run, those that do run, break down leaving people stranded for several hours, foolish people go out in the cars, clueless driving on snow.

For the last decade winters have been mild. Temperatures of 10C, maybe drops to 5C, occasionally below zero.

These mild winters have lulled the country into a false sense of security.

The Arctic, zero degrees, at least twenty degrees warmer than it should be , strong winds circling the North Pole driving the cold air southward into Europe.

What is a heat wave in the Arctic has panicked climate scientists, as what has been observed is way beyond their worst case scenarios for climate change.

nieve en las montañas y en el Teide

February 22, 2016
nieve en las montañas

nieve en las montañas

nieve en el Teide

nieve en el Teide

Three days of heavy torrential rain. In the mountains the rain falls as snow.

Snow not only covering El Teide, but also on the mountains surrounding Puerto de la Cruz.

In England, nothing like this volume of rain, and yet widespread flooding.

In Puerto de la Cruz, a stream in Barranco San Felipe ( a dry river valley), nothing more.

The reason the difference, hills in Tenerife covered in trees.

Washingborough: Snowy morning

February 3, 2015
snowy morning

snowy morning

snowy morning

snowy morning

snowy morning

snowy morning

snowy morning

snowy morning

Snowing yesterday evening and last night.

Awoke this morning to white with snow.

It soon melted away in the morning sun.

Sneckdowns: Using snow to visualise better public space

February 6, 2014
intersection of 6th and Passyunk and Christian, near Shot Tower Coffee,  a triangular plot of land

intersection of 6th and Passyunk and Christian, near Shot Tower Coffee, a triangular plot of land

Free Library branch on the other corner of Carpenter

Free Library branch on the other corner of Carpenter

Sneckdown: No, I had not heard of it either.

Sneckdown: A clever combination of “snow” and “neckdown” – another name for a curb expansion – that uses snow formations on the street to reveal the space cars don’t use. Advocates can then use these sneckdown photos to make the case to local transportation officials that traffic calming interventions like curb bumpouts and traffic islands can be installed without any loss to car drivers.

A series of photos taken in Philadelphia, as the snow had started to melt, and snow turned to slush, to show where cars had not been, and thus the pavement, could be extended out into the road, creating a better environment for pedestrians.

A simple, and yet cool idea.

First days of spring and it is snowing

March 23, 2013
snow in spring

snow in spring

Two days ago it was the first day of spring, 21 March 2013.

Yesterday heavy freezing rain.

This morning I awoke to find it was snowing.

Projected, the coldest March in 50 years.

Top Story in The Daily Garden (Saturday 23 March 2012).

Cat meets snow

January 21, 2013

Cat meets snow for the first time.

Excellent video considering filmed on a mobile phone, HTC One X.

Late afternoon walk in the snow

January 20, 2013
Lincoln Cathedral seen across snowy landscape

Lincoln Cathedral seen across snowy landscape

Cliff Lane covered in snow

Cliff Lane covered in snow

Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know. — Emerson

Snowed Friday afternoon, then again Friday night.

Saturday I left it too late to be worth going out for a walk.

Last afternoon I decided to go for a country walk.

Up Church Hill, past Washingborough Hall.

I had a chat with the local farmer who had the last couple of days dug several hundred tonnes of sugar beet out of the ground.

Up to the top, over the main road, and along Cliff Lane.

The roads had been cleared, the paths unpleasant slush where the snow had melted.

Cliff Lane was hard compressed snow, very slippery. I was sliding more than walking, but just managed to keep my balance.

More snow is expected tonight

Snowy morning The Strait and Steep Hill

January 15, 2013
The Strait and Lincoln Cathedral

The Strait and Lincoln Cathedral

Last week it was a misty morning climbing The Strait and Steep Hill. This morning snow and I did wonder would I make it up, or back down. Luckily the snow had partially cleared and so it was possible.

On the way back down I called in Readers Rest to say goodbye, as after 30 years closing.

Snowy day

January 14, 2013
snow mid-morning

snow mid-morning

Sunday there was a sprinkling of snow. By lunchtime it had gone.

4am this morning, everywhere white. By around mid-morning, roads clear, but everywhere else a thick covering of snow.

Lunchtime a second wave of snow swept in which lasted until dusk. Big snowflakes came fluttering down.

I decided not to venture out, temperature barely above freezing.

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