The snowy winter weather couldn't be much further from our life in tropical Simao. This year is more snowy than usual, making outdor tasks just a little more tricky. As it happens I'm enjoying drifting along with whatever mum needs to do. When we arrived here at the house last night (Ali and the girls are still in Aberdeen) the temperature was well below zero. I went to bed at 7pm with fleece trousers, fleece socks and a fleece jacket. My nose was still cold. By the morning the oil-fuelled Rayburn stove had warmed up the whole house.
We spent much of the day sorting out hay for the horses, as more snow is forecast. This involved getting hay into the field (see below), filling up water, mixing feed. Fortunately the horses have thick winter coats at the moment so they can keep warm a lot better than me outside. With mum's cold and my jet-lag, I don't hold much hope of us staying awake to see in the new year.
We spent much of the day sorting out hay for the horses, as more snow is forecast. This involved getting hay into the field (see below), filling up water, mixing feed. Fortunately the horses have thick winter coats at the moment so they can keep warm a lot better than me outside. With mum's cold and my jet-lag, I don't hold much hope of us staying awake to see in the new year.
We started off by giving the horses a small bale of hay, carried up the field on my back. By midday it was evident that the weather was taking a turn for the worse, so we headed off to Farmer Jim with the trailer to pick up a large round one. That should keep the horses happy for a week and save us some more heavy labour.
We were just about back at the house for our long-awaited coffee when the car skidded off the road. It took us 40 minutes to dig, push and wheelspin our way out of the ditch.
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