After Sunday night’s below zero temperatures and scraping required on the cars in the morning we were expecting a similar night yeterday. Temperatures rose overnight though and we awoke to rain, which gradually got heavier before turning to sleat, then turning to snow. I missed the opportunity of photographing snow drops on the snowdrops, but captured the aftermath instead. By the afternoon the clouds had disappeared and we were treated to blue skies and a slight improvement in temperature – who knows what weather delights tomorrow will bring!
With no pressing tasks outside, but in sympathy with the Golfer who was continuing glazing the greenhouse, I showed willing and turned my attention to the stream, always on the periphery of my consciousness. Not convinced that the possible seepage points had been dealt with, the displaced rocks will not be mortared in location yet but need at least to be in place and the soil replaced in parts where the level of the banks had been changed. Unsure how warm I was going to be I needn’t have feared as I soon warmed up with all the shifting and heaving, placing and displacing, mud building up on my gardening clogs but soon being washed off again when accidentally stepping into the stream itself. The conclusion? I need more rocks – well, I need rocks of an appropriate size and shape, trial and error failing to place the existing rocks in suitable spots. Ah well!