Monday morning. I wake up, confident that the weather lady got it right this time round. Heavy snowfall on the coastal areas of Co. Down, Northern Ireland. And that’s us! I walked into the kitchen, turned on the outside light and looked. A beaming smile appeared on my face – there were at least 4 inches of snow on the ground.
So much snow can only mean one thing – a day off school!
Pip had already seen snow, but not this much.
I can’t seem to find my legs…
I was really pleased with Pip yesterday. She was turning into Ben (in a good way).
She was posing.
It was the same sort of posing that Ben does – standing of sitting somewhere, staring at me until I turned around, took a picture and gave her a treat. She’s clever in that way.
Did you get that last shot?
Ben and I had a job to do on Monday morning – checking the sheep. Ben enjoys this job.
We’re gonna check the sheep – cool!
The snow was very deep (for what we’re used to anyway).
And the ewes had to dig for their breakfast.
Ben was having a blast running around in the deep snow.
We could see all around us, and we could tell that there was going to be a lot of chaos. This is a photo of the Mourne Mountains:
I could tell that the sheep were hungry because whenever I stopped the quad to check them, they stood and stared at us.
One, Roy, even came over to us.
Have you got any food?
Pip loves the snow.
And so does Ben:
And I do too, come to think of it.