Eycott Hill

The night of yet another storm passing through, Bella this time. The wars? Wind, rain and snow? Bellum, bellum, bellum, belli, bello, bello, bella, bella, bella, (or blah, blah, blah as we used to say!) bellorum, bellis, bellis.

Well, I could hear it through the night but thankfully no damage done locally. I realised it had gone quiet and got up to look out to see if it was snowing, it wasn't, but a slight suggestion of snow in the garden this morning.

This afternoon seemed quite a pleasant day so we went out for a shot or two. When we got up to the Cumbria Wildlife Trust reserve, Eycott Hill there was a bit of a blizzard blowing. I was glad to jump back into the car.