Winter had arrived this morning. When the farmer drew back the curtains at 6.30am it was thick fog. When the fog cleared, as it did by seven o'clock, it revealed an inch of snow.
As always I switched the electric blanket on, sat up in bed to drink my morning cup of tea and waited for the farmer to arrive back from collecting the papers. When I see his car lights on the bay window I take it as a signal to get up. This morning the lights stopped in the gateway and I thought he must be talking to someone.
Oh yes he was, he told me when I came downstairs! He was talking to himself in not very polite terms as the gateway was slippery and he had hit the gate post.
Now the sun is shining and although it is cold the snow is disappearing quickly. I love to see the snow but I hate going out if it is slippery as I am scared of falling and breaking something. Last year the farmer bought me some things to clip on the bottom of my shoes to stop slipping. I shall be getting them out shortly.
There are dozens of birds at the bird table. Food is in short supply this year as there are few berries and most of the seeds have gone. So a plea, if you live in the U K - please put out extra food, particularly fat (they love Atora beef suet), to help them to survive. Kate Humble in yesterday's Guardian also advised cleaning out any bird boxes and putting some hay or shavings in the bottom so that little birds could perhaps use these to shelter in at night. Keep warm!