Top of the Village: Part 2

Working on phobia-confrontation, I climbed into the car in heavy snow to drive down to the village shop for the papers.The estate streets were completely white. Slithered up to a clear, wet, black, main road; drove to bottom of the village, where it was raining and the pavement was slushy!   Got the shopping;  uphill past the church, round the corner .... thick snow!
We are obviously astride the snow line.  Having lived here for nearly 40 years I am still amazed by the difference half a mile and a hill can make!

At noon, the snow has stopped, the skies in mid-distance over Glasgow are blue, but my planned freezing landscape blip has been overturned by the sound of (outdoor)dripping!   Seems like a fast, if welcome thaw.  That would be great;  enough snow for me.