Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow.....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A mid afternoon blizzard courtesy of Siberia and the North Sea!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our patio table on Saturday....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then on Sunday morning pictured from the warmth of the living room.

And then there's me, looking suitably satisfied but knowing that the next snowfall will mean a repeat exercise. Exercise being the operative word because this beats an exercise bike for fun, aerobics and general physical work.

Till the snow is finished, clearing it seems futile, but it's a way of trying to pretend we can deal with whatever the world throws at us. An exercise in futilityperhaps, human pride maybe, and male delusion certainly!