And that was when I heard the rumble of thunder. End of June? Thunder? I was amazed. I staggered through to the dining room, moved his bed to a secluded area so that he wouldn't be frightened by the lightning and staggered back to bed, cold and tired. I happened to look out of one of the windows next to the front door and what do I see?
It was fuckin' SNOWING!!! I shit you not...snow in Buccleuch in June. A first for me...
Back in the bedroom, I looked out the window onto the lawn and saw a layer of the white stuff a couple of milimetres thick on the grass and showed it to Steph who, by now, was also awake and wondering what the soft noise on the gutters was.
And to show that I was't dreaming, this morning the snow is still lying on the roof of our lapa, as well as next door's thatch roof....here's the pics...
1 comment:
You call that snow? Go look at my blog. There's snow. What you got was a big sneeze from the hound!!
(But I must admit, it's amazing, fun, and damn cold!)
Salagatle!
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