white magic

I walked Inca on Omagh golf course today, as it was the easiest option, she enjoyed it. This is one of the views of the Sperrins. While I was doing so it got me thinking, about my approach to snow, it is beautiful, but only when you are able to be warm & comfortable & do not have to travel in it or at least you only have to travel treated roads.

When growing up, snow meant the opportunity to use some of the banks on the golf course, that our back garden backed onto, for sleighing. We used metal trays, fertiliser bags, or the heavy wooden sleigh we were lucky to have, it was simple but lots of fun. We used to joke as it was Dad’s worst nightmare, before he retired he work as a Roads Service Engineer & was responsible for a lot of the rural roads around the Omagh area & even then there was always criticism that not enough gritting was done, they had budgets which they had to work to. As a driver now & with much more awareness of the problems snow & ice cause, I understand why it was a nightmare for Dad & his colleagues.