My original intention was to take a few snapshots; walk out to the plateau and see if I could get a snowy view over the Loos battlefields. However, by the time I had reached the plateau I had realised that although it was cold, with the sunshine it certainly didn’t feel it and well, why not, whilst I am here and it’s a lovely day, I’ll climb it.
Having caught up a bit I drove down to my local beach at Quend to have a look and a wander. as you can see it was a picturesque ghost town. The two waiters at Chez Jules doing a great job of clearing the snow but I am not certain who they were expecting to come and dine.
Even so it has dropped to -11C or -12C every night for over a week now. Worse has been the fact that we have not been above zero during the day either so the ground (and house) has simply become colder and colder.
So, once the parents had got over they brought with them the goodies for my French friends (I like somebody else doing the shopping, it’s a bit like using Tesco’s on-line). Of course I then have to get them out to people.
Deliveries can only be made at the weekend because of course everybody else on the planet (except my neighbours) works, and I can’t afford to leave things too late because of the vagaries in the weather.
It was sod’s law that the Sunday before the holidays when I had organised the long run out to Cambrai would be the day that we had more snow than the previous week.
I knew that life was going to be difficult straight away because the car wouldn’t negotiate the backroad over the hill; I had to drive down the valley and out via the main road.