Makes a change from the rain to see snow on the hill peaks. It’s such a pity that this picturesque view comes with a biting southerly wind. And I mean biting.
Winter does not official start until 1 June but it seems that the climate has disregarded that. It seems that we are destined for our wet, wild and wintery weather regardless of the “official” date.
A couple of my coaching clients are thrilled – they work at the ski fields at Mount Ruahpehu. The site of snow it sheer joy to them. For snow means skiing and skiing means paying customers.
I don’t think we’ll be skiing down this small peaks though. It’s only a light dusting.
It’s been freezing temperatures requiring extra layers and the obligatory hat and gloves. No sense in getting frost bite.
I’ve been cranking up the log burner to warm up the house. I just thank my lucky stars that we have double glazing, heating and lots of insulation.
The memories of living in our house in Khandallah still loom large in my memory and that frozen to the core feeling is not something I want to repeat.
If the start of winter is anything to go by we’re in for a long one this year. Maybe, just maybe we should take the plunge and try out some skiing on some real mountains. Oh how the bassets would enjoy being strapped to some skis and feel the wind blow their ears. Or maybe not!