Wednesday, December 01, 2010
A snowy day in Crawley Town
We woke up to real snow this morning - and chaos all around us according to the news reports.Fortunately we had no journeys to make - neither necessary or unnecessary. So, whilst we were sorry for people facing difficulties, we were ready to experience the day of being snug in the warm and also the adventure of a walk.
We had promised to post parcels to people this morning and there was really only one way to get to the post office. Cars on minor roads were not doing well - indeed cars on the motorways were failing to get through.
The thermometer in the back garden doesn't show such a very low temperature - minus one or two. But the wind made it feel much colder and it was still snowing from grey, leaden skies.
Solly's tree is adorned with bird feeders and lots of little birds come to find food and try to find shelter....and some bigger birds too; the magpies push their way in and in the last week the crested woodpecker has returned.
Bill comes out and is feeling chilly already.
I did notice that women seem to be more prepared to dress for cold weather than men.
Bill had been out a little while earlier to play......I mean work in the snow. He cleared our paths.
I am not sure why; it is just something a man feels he ought to do.
Parked cars in Wakehurst Drive well covered with snow.
Somebody had been out early and created something cheery. 
All it needs is a robin on the top and we have a Christmas picture.
Wakehurst Drive has a patch of grassy woodland.
Wakehurst Drive again.
Tropical tree in the snow.
St Mary's Church. 
We walked back via Southgate Drive and Brighton Road - the familiar circular route walked hundreds of times. 
Poor boy! He is beginning to suffer!
But had not lost the urge to play. He grabbed at a snowy branch and found himself under a snowfall.
My snow man!
Brighton Road. We stopped and chatted for quite a while with some neighbours at this point.
How many layers can one woman wear?
Gulls were warming their toes on the roofs of the houses.
Back home to monkland 119. Put the kettle on! 
Our little statues were almost lost in the snow.
Bill had been out to make a path at the back of the house.
We had promised to post parcels to people this morning and there was really only one way to get to the post office. Cars on minor roads were not doing well - indeed cars on the motorways were failing to get through.
The thermometer in the back garden doesn't show such a very low temperature - minus one or two. But the wind made it feel much colder and it was still snowing from grey, leaden skies.Solly's tree is adorned with bird feeders and lots of little birds come to find food and try to find shelter....and some bigger birds too; the magpies push their way in and in the last week the crested woodpecker has returned.Bill comes out and is feeling chilly already.I did notice that women seem to be more prepared to dress for cold weather than men.
Bill had been out a little while earlier to play......I mean work in the snow. He cleared our paths.I am not sure why; it is just something a man feels he ought to do.
Parked cars in Wakehurst Drive well covered with snow.
Somebody had been out early and created something cheery.Which reminds me of a joke our nephew Antony posted today.....
"Unassembled snowman for sale"
All it needs is a robin on the top and we have a Christmas picture.I presume that postmen these days are getting very lax about changing the discs showing the next collection.
Wakehurst Drive has a patch of grassy woodland.
Wakehurst Drive again.
Tropical tree in the snow.
St Mary's Church.We had reached the post office. Sandra our post office woman is very dedicated - she would never let down her customers and had walked into work.
The trouble is that these days many people now live at quite a distance from their work.
Two women on the clerical staff walked to the medical centre opposite our house and opened up; but no doctors arrived - they all live in out of town houses along routes which were closed.
The same applies to teachers too - not a school was open in the town today.
We walked back via Southgate Drive and Brighton Road - the familiar circular route walked hundreds of times.I liked the pattern in the snow made by the wind forcing snow through the gaps.
The last red rose. I doubt that the rose bud has a chance now of bursting into flower.
The last red rose. I doubt that the rose bud has a chance now of bursting into flower.
Poor boy! He is beginning to suffer!
But had not lost the urge to play. He grabbed at a snowy branch and found himself under a snowfall.
My snow man!
Brighton Road. We stopped and chatted for quite a while with some neighbours at this point.
How many layers can one woman wear?I look like a Rolly Polly.....but I didn't feel cold.
Gulls were warming their toes on the roofs of the houses.
Back home to monkland 119. Put the kettle on!
Our little statues were almost lost in the snow.
Bill had been out to make a path at the back of the house.Look.... somebody has been walking along the path whilst we were out.
