Avon calling?.....

At about 1.30am this morning I woke to hear the front door bell ringing, and ringing, and ringing. It's a bit remote up here so I was cautious about going out to see who it was. Threw on a dressing gown, grabbed the crow bar from under the bed (God knows what I'd have done with it) and unhappily made my way to to the door.

If you're wondering why MrsDB didn't go, well I couldn't wake her up. She'd have made a much more fearsome adversary if there'd been trouble but my grunting beauty wasn't available for action.

I cautiously peered through a side window to see a blizzard and immediately looked at the paths for footprints in the snow. There were none. A good sign I suppose especially as the floodlights had stayed out. Went back to the office, grabbed a camera and took a snap of a tree in a blizzard. Took the batteries out of the remote bell and went back to bed.

This morning I discovered the bell push was full of water and had presumably shorted itself. And now the sun is shining and the snow is melting, so here is my last snow Blip of the Winter. Maybe.