We’re deep in snow as twins born

EVERY year gives us a glimpse of spring, then goes back to winter.

On Thursday we awoke to a bright light streaming into the bedroom through the gap in the curtains. It could only mean snow and lots of it.

I groaned, the children squealed. A day off school as the taxi would never get to us. It wasn’t the nice dry fluffy snow that’s great for playing in, it was the heavy type that soaks everyone.

The sheep that had spent the winter in fields of grass at Carlisle had returned at the beginning of the week so it was a shock for them to be back into Artic conditions.

I skidded my way to the moor with bales of