It's not yet Christmas, and this winter seems to have been going on forever already. The forecast is for it to continue like this for most of this week, but there's just a hint that things might warm up in the New Year.
Here's hoping.
It's stayed well below freezing all day here, so we stayed in bed for as long as we could, then did what we had to do outside (shopping, bit of a pump out) and shut ourselves up indoors again.
At least there's no more snow scheduled for either here or Lincoln, so with luck we'll still be able to get away over Christmas.
Graeme rang for a natter. He's having a day off and was alone in the house as Cathy was at work and the boys at nursery. Apparently, one of the pilots where he works told him that they've identified a third kind of ice. As well as the solid ice that forms on water or from compressed snow, and the rime or hoar frost that solidifies out of the air, there's another kind that forms on the rubber of the wedges they put under the aircraft wheels.
It's called chock ice.
;)
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