Well, Winter has hit quickly and with the now usual disruption. Suburban Trains around Edinburgh were delayed by delayed cross-country trains, Edinburgh to Glasgow was disrupted due to signal failures and points failures. Many trains were cancelled at the week-end, and, returning from Glasgow, we stood in an overcrowded train for half an hour, on top of the hour's journey, on an already late service, due to there being about a finger nail's worth of snow.
The Telegraph exaggerated the news. Edinburgh Airport did not close, or at least not for very long, but long enough to cause a lot of cancellations. Strangely, this disproportionately affected EasyJet and Ryanair. (I am firmly of the opnion that the cheapies give up a lot quicker and for a lot less reason)
Meanwhile, our little lane has become the scene of drama, with a repeat of last year's slipping and sliding and cars not being able to make the tiny gradient. Despite the strong possibility of black ice, drivers elsewhere appeared oblivious and, cocooned in their warm cars, drove at full speed in poor conditions.
I don't suppose Monday is going to be good for commuters.
The blog is getting extraordinarily high levels of traffic, worldwide. A check reveals that a post about a certain couple, whose marriage may or may not last seven years, is the culprit. Serves me right for even mentioning it.
UPDATE: The piece is from "Baltic Voices II" Track 11. It is the Kondakion (a liturgical anthem) from "On Leaving" by Galina Grigorjeva.
In a similar vein, nip over to Jim's place for this:
As Richard diplomatically pointed out, the original pic was a bit pants. So I have replaced the pics in the post with ones done by young Miss Weasel, today, at Weasel Hall.
Chickens being coaxed out of their house. (They don't do snow)