The Torridon garden is covered in snow now, several inches of it and frost has been biting deep into the ground. Some plants will spring back from this but a few trees might succumb to the weight on their branches and topple; and the dahlia tubers may perish. Last winter was not quite as harsh and the snow didn’t linger. I have been ensconced with my pictures and words, unable to get back to the garden, but with a growing list of things to do before the seed sowing of February. It has been interesting to hear the many local accents on the radio as the reporters do the rounds of towns, cities and rural areas; lowest temperatures, how many inches of snow, is the Lake of Monteith fit for a curling championship? It needs a constant six inch thickness of ice or more.

In the past……..
I once walked on water
It was in the nineteen sixties
During the hardest winter I ever saw
Great was the cold slaughter
For years and years after
Hardly a kingfisher
Cut clear water at all.

Next week will see a thaw or maybe the week after. Some bears hibernate; I think there is one slumbering in room 5.

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