Country Diary
Feb 24, 2021
3 minutes
Patrick Laurie
Snow came to Galloway in a strange mix of wilderness and slush. By the house, the ground was spoiled by little more than a dusting. The gutters dripped for a while and it was almost gone by lunchtime. I looked up towards the hill and was impressed with an alpine view of drifts in deep abundance; mounds of snow heaped in the cleughs and gullies like sand. A cold wind came down from the uplands, but my riverside farm was
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