A Grey Picture

When it's a grey day, and you are photographing grey things, it's not such a surprise that the picture is grey.
This is one of the more mundane aspects of life here. The council provides us with grit on every other Tuesday, so we can grit our own paths and driveways, if it turns icy. This is the heap, with my shovel and bucket. In the car I had three gardening buckets which I filled.  I've probably enough to last the whole winter because I had some left from last year, and so far we haven't used any.
I suppose the average temperature must be just below zero because the lake is pretty well iced over, and the sea was forming a skim of ice in sheltered places today too. But right now it's raining hard and it's +5°C.
Usually work on the wind turbines has ceased for the winter by now, but in the background you can see the sections of wind turbine towers still waiting to be installed. Beyond that the grey waters of the northen sound, and then the main town of Härnösand.
We may have seen our last visitors before Christmas now, and are settling in to spend a few days at home. But the cellar is full of wine, beer, pickles, chutney, sauerkraut and jam. The fridge and freezer are full of good food, and we have plenty of vegetables. Music is available, plenty of good TV to watch, and a forest to walk in.  Christmas will be celebrated on zoom or similar, both religiously and socially. Our family and friends seem to be staying healthy, or have had Covid and emerged unscathed.
Despite all the chaos in the world outside our village, life is good.
Look after yourselves, and each other.