Sunday, February 08, 2009


Oooh we got snow! And it looks like the real thing; there has been the odd fifteen minute flurry over the last few weeks but this is lying on road and roof. Maybe I won’t have to go to the dentist on Tuesday. Luckily I can work from home if I have to but I can’t see it lasting – we don’t get snow in Glasgow! Well not the kind that grinds everything to a halt, not for years and years. In fact I only remember it happening once, when my son was about three; 1979, maybe. Diesel had frozen and there was no public transport – main roads were packed white and hardly a car to be seen.

I’m sitting here, cosy and warm with the heat of the laptop melting my knees, watching a repeated CSI and trying to pad/edit the novel. I do have to go out tomorrow but just along the road. The car is invisible; not in a drift – it’s not that bad. I love being inside when the weather is interesting and made supper suit the mood - a bowl of mashed potatoes. Life is good.

Of course I could check out the weather forecast but I never believe them anyway. Maybe we’ll be buried in it by next weekend. I went for a drive around my loch yesterday; blue sky and sunshine made it feel like a spring day; I got out of the car and sat on a bench for about a minute before changing my mind. I’d taken the SLR camera that had survived the fire, to test it and finish the film still in it, but the sun was too low and glared off the water right at me. Oh the mountains were stunning in their whiteness; I was right under Ben Lomond. It would all look fabulous now.

I'm reading Steph Penney's The Tenderness of Wolves so feel completely swamped by snow. Oh God what a life they led then, those early Canadians - here's a toast to all adventurers and settlers who drove themselves to early graves because they wanted something better.