Panic not dear reader, this is not Groundhog Day, this is not a case of deja vu. Yes it is the same photo of 'swampland in Florida/Camargue/field outside house' but not a repeat post. I show it merely to lead you into my exciting story of last night…..
It's been a chilly old week up here on Waltons Mountain. The first photo was taken on Monday and the next two days later. The swampland froze solid (again, by way of a change and all that sort of thing), the ice was thick.
Last night (yes, we are getting to that, but don't get your hopes up, Mr Depp didn't pop round with a bottle of bubbly and a winning smile, alas not) as I was sprawled on the sofa watching a rerun of 'Sex in the city' and trying to imagine myself leading the high life in New York with Mr Big falling at my feet etc, I was rudely disturbed.
There was a loud crash, a real thumping noise. "What the hell" (words to that effect anyway) I cried as I leapt from the sofa. Well I say leapt, but really it was a pretty pathetic leap, more of a lurch and the best I could do when impaled there by two overweight cats and half a bottle of chardonnay.
I rushed upstairs thinking a wardrobe had crashed to the ground. This would be something of a miracle as we have fitted cupboards, but what the hell, it sounded like heavy furniture crashing to the floor. Nothing had moved, all was in order – usual mess.
This was what had happened. The entire ice sheet that covered all the stream right outside the window had just shattered, gone off with such a loud crack and crash as the skating rink of ice broke and fell into the stream that had drained away below it.
This morning it looked like broken glass, like shattered windows on the high street after a football crowd have rampaged past on a mission of no mercy. The drama of the noise broken down into fragments of frozen water.
At least it got me off the sofa. By the time I'd searched the house, found the elusive torch (never ever, ever where you think you last left it) and gone outside and seen the ice breakage. The cats had comandeered the sofa, the movie was over and it was time for bed.
Ah the joys of the countryside. Who needs the excitement of NY city.