Spring of Discontent

Law Hill, West Kilbride.

I know I look as though I'm about to deliver my Shakespearean "Spring of Discontent" speech, but the camera's self-timer has just caught me mid-hunch as I try and insert myself in front of the snowdrift for a sense of scale. The hillock of snow behind me and to the left contains a car. I met the owner while I was there. She'd left it there last night as the wheels were spinning. She seemed to think she'd be driving it away this morning. I would estimate that there's 3 feet of snow on top of it. We don't really get snow on the Clyde Coast due to the sea air. I don't remember snow lying like this since the famous winter of 1964. Yes I'm that old.

Amazing to think that in just a few day's time the weather is going to be brilliant to allow me to walk twice round Big Cumbrae for Motor Neurone Disease. You can donate here.