From friday evening to monday morning the village and surrounding area has been enveloped in thick, freezing fog.
Fog was so thick at times you couldn't see across the road. Like living in a Stephen King novel (though without the ghostly pirates, zombies or flesheating bits).
The frost was fantastic and lasted the whole weekend, so the landscape was magical.
However, our neighbours and I decided that this was the weekend to have a go at the trees at the front of the drive. So we were all out nice and early in the freezing fog cutting off branches. It was ok until you stopped moving, which was when the fog really got into your clothes and froze your ass off.
It did mean, though, that for the first time I got to drive a massive bit of agricultural machinary – a kick-(frozen)ass teleplatform with hydraulic arm and cage. Sorry, but sitting at the wheel of several tonnes of heavy lifting gear and sending your neighbour high into the tree with a chainsaw was pretty cool. Not something you do everyday.
Shame that one of the neighbours got really pissy about the work we did – set her in a right strop because she thought we'd taken to much off. Didn't seem to get the idea that sometimes you have to chop quite a bit off of trees to let them grow back nice and healthy. Oh well.