Today my GKB and I spent the morning in town at appointments and on the drive home he said to me, "Oh well, it looks like we're not going to get any snow, I think it's well and truly finished". He sounded so disappointed! Being a good wife I suggested if it wasn't going to snow on us then we could take a drive up the track and find some. After all we're retired now and can do this sort of spontaneous stuff. We drove on in silence for a time and he said "Shall we go straight up now and have lunch when we get back then?" What? I was in high heeled boots and not enough layers if we did find some. And it was lunch time! So we went home, which was in the right direction anyway, and had lunch and coffee and then we drove inland on a snow hunt.
This is what it looked like through the windscreen of the car. You are quite right that is not snow although it was trying to happen in the middle of the picture. That is Mount Maungatua in the centre shrouded in cloud. But we were not heading there, just passing by.
Up on the tops it looked like this, snowing in the distance and a little on the edge of the road but nothing to write home about. We could see it happening but couldn't get near it. Yesterday all this was covered in the white stuff according to the news.
These sheep were standing around in it up to their knees and it was falling all around them, but not today! Mind you the wind was blowing a freezing gale and I don't know whether I would have got out in it anyway. Oh yes I would, I'd have wanted at least one picture to prove we'd gone looking.
This old wagon was at the side of the road by the Clarkes Junction pub, and no we didn't go in for any liquid refreshment, maybe in the summer. It has nothing to do with snow hunting, I just thought it was quite picturesque so took a snap. This is where we turned the car around and started to head home. And it was about here that my GKB said "Hmm, the fuel light has just come on." Pardon? We're out driving in the hills, looking for snow and you didn't check the fuel gauge? But once again, being a nice wifey, I bit my tongue and said not a thing until much farther down the road where I "hoped we'd get back to Outram then". We did, just.
On the way back there was still a little bit of snow on the ground at the entrance to Traquair Station and it looked quite pretty so I did take a couple of photo's. The page header was taken here as well.
This is the start of the drive into the station and beyond the trees is a beautiful big garden and the homestead. A beautiful home. And you look out onto the rolling hills of the station. It's quite a sight to see. But the snow was all behind the fences and not really enough to do anything with anyway. We did pass one snowman but even he was a bit lopsided and starting to melt.
After refuelling at Outram we headed home again, for more hot coffee and a biscuit. It was a good relaxing way to spend the afternoon even if it wasn't very fruitful.
Until next time,
Diana
