Nope, she has not fallen off something, nor is she bent over backwards in some painful pose. Oh no dear readers, this is Idgy doing the Penguin Dive in the field outside.
The Penguin Dive has been well practiced over the years and takes much courage and skill to perfect. It is not something I would ever try myself – way too old for thrusting myself off hills on my stomach and basically hoping for the best.
Is there grace and charm in this move? Would it rate highly in competition?
Idgy is proud of her Penguin Dive as it is a snow fun without any accessories, you don't need to drag a sledge around. However you do need the accessory of mad as a bat courage and nerve of steel.
Oh it is just SO not happening for me.
There is one accessory that is always on show during the Penguin Dive – that smile! That big beaming 'I'm having a ball' smile.
As you can see we are still snowed in and school a distant memory from last week.
I did try getting out yesterday but had to be rescued by next door farmer when Buggles got stuck on the hill and I lost my nerve completely. Farmer's son tackled the situation gamely and in style of man-used-to-tackling-tractors-nasty-moments-with-cows-coupet ewes etc, and all such events that we mere mortals rarely think of.
He slid the Bug backwards down the hill (oh no, don't even think that I would risk that one) and up the other side. Then he gunned that engine, spun those wheels and went for it like a man possessed. Buggles didn't know what had happened, she was caught off guard, she'd never been man handled like this. Well she rose to the occassion, she shot down one hill and flew towards the big one. Farmer and I watched with breath caught firmly in throat as she hammered up the slope, engine roaring and snow flying everywhere. Would she make it, could she do it?
You betcha she did, what a gal! Actually what a driver. HUGE thanks to farmer and son for baling me out, won't be trying that again till the snow melts.
So here we are on Walton's Mountain, stuck in the snow. I shall continue feeding the fire and writing book notes while wrapped in a multitude of knitwear that really shouldn't be seen outside the house.
All orders placed on the shop will go out as soon as I can get to the post office.
Keep warm, keep safe.