As the march of the sun up the sky comes momentarily to a rest above us, before beginning its slow journey back down, it is turning out to be rather a strange June as far as the weather goes.
Fresh snow continued to fall for the first few days and nights of this week, creating whirlwinds of white beneath the brooding skies.
No fresh snow fell overnight, though all night long the tireless winds blew about what was already on our hilltop.
Like much of the country, we woke to a mostly black and white world.
King of the Hill took these photos of the submerged moor along the floor of the valley near us on a recent walk.
Last weekend brought a heavy frost to our hilltop, painting the surrounding fields in white.
This week has brought us a mixture of sunshine and heavy showers, sometimes both together. It could almost be April again.
After deluges of rain on Saturday morning, when water running off the fields turned our country lanes into rivers, and the weight of one of our soggy hanging baskets proved too much for the screws holding the newly fixed bracket up, it’s been a welcome return to sunshine for the past few days, with only …