What is it about Fridays?

Friday February 8 - a significant date in my life and maybe more in that of my Mom.


Jack Frost visited -

and left his/her strange 3-footed foot prints .

Maybe you can guess that snow was in the air, rather than rain in Spain:

Incidently, this pair of solar lights just see scattered light from the northern sky - no direct sunlight unless we take then camping with us - and still they stay lit all a long winter night long. (Thanks, Norrie, for bringing a little light into the darkness.)

Wise Old Burrrd

Another name for wind chill: squalls!

Of course I was out and enjoying the change in scenery, or the scenery being changed by the "north wind doth bloweth and we shall have snoweth" - or something almost but not quite a white-out.

Just moments apart, as I turned my head just a little to the right.

And why power lines ought to be underground:

And they do - to enter our building:

Makes me cold just thinking about the howling wind, although I was quite warm at the time. I think the temperature was -12C and wind chill -17C but I kept in the lee of Leacock after these photos, Dumb - yes, but not stupid?

Snow Bird