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Sunday, December 19, 2010

The Freeze Returns

The Christmas preparations at No 20 progress at a snails pace. All the purchasing is done. The cheats way of course, cards for the Queensgate shops. So much better than getting gifts that are politely received and quietly stuffed in a draw! No decorations have appeared though, just the festive cards blue tacked up around the conservatory windows.
Yesterday we went for morning coffee at the Farm shop and bought our festive meat to cover the holiday period. It was snowing as we drove out there and was settling at a disturbing rate but luckily it stopped quite quickly. All the heavy snowfalls of the last few days have missed us as usual. The frosts are bad enough.

All the hard work we put in cleaning and repairing the pond for the winter have been in vain. The water is escaping at a worrying rate after this last few nights of freezing temperatures. The ice sits over an empty space as under it as the water levels drop. We are at a loss as what to do. The little wooden bridge has given way as well so much that its not safe to walk over any more.
I think theres a distinct possibility of there being no pond, just a water feature, by the spring. We're getting too old to keep up the maintenance it requires

There's a little Pied Wagtail bobbing about on the ice. It slithered and skated right across the pond looking for water to drink, just before I took this photo. Below the squirrel masters the art of eating the bird food while contentedly swinging. The large box of 'out of date' biscuits 'Himself' brought home from EN offices are being ground down into crumbs along with some peanuts and are being pecked up at speed as soon as it put out in the mornings

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