I woke up today to find around 6 inches, or 15 cm, of snow in the yard! Wooo…
There seems to be a Plimsol Line when it comes to snow: below it everyone gripes about how we can’t run a rail network, that the councils don’t know how to grit the roads properly and so on. Above it, Dunkirk Spirit and a sense of community arrives.
The main road throught the village (just on the right above), was completely unusable and so rather moan and gripe, people came out of their houses and cleared it all away. The local florist had a delivery of fresh flowers from The Netherlands everyday and the delivery lorry couldn’t make it into the village proper, so everyone mucked in and helped Lee, the florist, by carrying his stock to the shop.
In a nearby farmer’s field, there are hundreds of kids and parents sliding down the hill and building the world’s largets snowballs! Usually there is the distant hum of traffic and industry, but today there is only the noise of children’s laughter!
It is days like this I am really glad I left the big shiney city for rural Northamptonshire.
Tags: Dunkirk Spirit, Earls Barton, snow, The Netherlands
Anglia still managed to get the camara truck in though! lol that was funny…they said in the report Earls Barton was cut off yet the drove here that day haha