Had some difficulty posting to the blog recently, but solved I hope.
Into Llandod today (Sunday) to top up at Mr. T’s. Huge drifts on the “B” road, which never gets ploughed. The locals are saying it’s the worst in memory. Not for the depth, but for the drifting. Lambing sheds are without water, and have drifted snow in them. As the butcher said, without water the lambs will die. Jan has been lambing and carrying pails from the farmhouse.
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