It snowed most of Saturday but didn't really settle, just regular fluttery flurries that continued off and on through most of the day, but nothing really settled.
When I finally admitted defeat and went to bed in the early hours of Sunday, there was only a thin borderline of snow framing the pond. The patio was clear and that we thought was that.
We were almost as surprised as the daffodils, who suddenly found themselves buried under a dredging of metrological icing sugar.
By the evening the roads had cleared so we went to the parish church to ring the bells for the service. As we left home it started to snow again, and possibly continued to do so all the time we were there. By the time we left there was also a good covering on all the pathways
Monday morning brought welcome sunshine! However, as there was still a generous covering of snow covering ice, we didn't rush out and it was soon beginning to thaw. We knew that everywhere was going to be very wet because of the melting snow. We decided to head over to Worcester, to walk by the river. In order to avoid the possibility of black ice, where floodwater had spread on to roads, we didnt take our usual cross-country route. Instead, we stuck to the motorways and main roads. Most of the snow seemed to have melted. Whether that was the effect of the late March sunshine, or if there was less snow further west, was anyone's guess. It looked beautiful in the sunshine, but the wind was bitingly cold, more like January than nearly April!
Imagine our surprise to awake once more to a winter wonderland!
We were almost as surprised as the daffodils, who suddenly found themselves buried under a dredging of metrological icing sugar.
DH set off nice and early for church on Sunday morning, taking a shovel in the car so he could clear a pathway around the church. He and the car soon returned. He couldn't get out of our road, as the snow was turning to ice beneath his tyres. The church isn't far away so he set off on foot, shovel in one hand and clarinet in the other. The church is situated up a steepish hill which is difficult to negotiate in the snow,. Many of those who needed to travel by car, opted to stay home. This included most of the worship band. I always knew the clarinet would come in handy. The congregation was small and select but sang along with enthusiasm. They weren't going to let a small matter of a snowfall stop them.
By the evening the roads had cleared so we went to the parish church to ring the bells for the service. As we left home it started to snow again, and possibly continued to do so all the time we were there. By the time we left there was also a good covering on all the pathways
Monday morning brought welcome sunshine! However, as there was still a generous covering of snow covering ice, we didn't rush out and it was soon beginning to thaw. We knew that everywhere was going to be very wet because of the melting snow. We decided to head over to Worcester, to walk by the river. In order to avoid the possibility of black ice, where floodwater had spread on to roads, we didnt take our usual cross-country route. Instead, we stuck to the motorways and main roads. Most of the snow seemed to have melted. Whether that was the effect of the late March sunshine, or if there was less snow further west, was anyone's guess. It looked beautiful in the sunshine, but the wind was bitingly cold, more like January than nearly April!
As we drew near to the Diglis Hotel, we heard the sound of tree surgeons at work. We didn't wait to see if they were completely removing the trees or just pruning them, as it was far to cold to hang around - unlike the tree surgeon...
We crossed Diglis Bridge and continued up the other side. The river was running high, so it was not immediately obvious where the weir should be. We detoured to view floodwater on the west side of the river. One of the pathways we could have taken was clearly underwater.We ended up detouring up to Bromwich Road, and walking past the county cricket ground in New Road, where they are raising the road to avoid flooding.
Foley's is a cafe that has good reviews, so we decided to stop there for lunch. We walked up the artificial grass ramp, opened the door and a wall of noise hit us, as it was as if we had walked into a parent & toddler session. There were probably about 10 toddlers in there, but they were all fed up and letting the world know about it. The cafe has a play area adjoining the cafe, where parents can spend time with their children. The food is excellent value for money. The views across the cricket ground to the cathedral were restful, in sharp contrast with the noise in the cafe. We sat and watched the groundstaff preparing the pitch for the season ahead.
Gradually the families either left or moved into the play area. As soon as the sound levels began to lower the adults started talking louder as if they had to fill the vacuum left by the stroppy toddlers.
We asked a member of staff if it was always this noisy. He advised us that it wasn't and that he thought everyone had been cooped up indoors while the weather was bad, and had decided that it was safe to emerge today.
After lunch, we continued our walk up to the higher footbridge, before turning back towards the main shopping centre. After walking around in ever decreasing circles we found ourselves at The Works. Several purchases were made before we headed back to the car park at home.
Monday evening was spent cutting out donkeys, and making headbands for donkey races at the afterschool club. What can possibly go wrong...?
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