The South-West is renowned for the relatively mild, if wet, winter weather that we have compared to the rest of the UK. It’s quite rare to hear of snow here although if any part of Cornwall is going to get snowed-in it’s here on the moor. Because of our height (above sea level that is, not our own statuesque 5’5” and his 5’11”), we get whatever is coming with knobs on.

So, despite the proclamation that Cornwall would probably miss out on the snow that’s causing chaos elsewhere in the UK, we woke up this morning to three or four inches of white stuff.

What’s nicest about it is the completely virgin nature of it here – very few people churn up our environment so we go outside to fresh, white, pristine snow……until the chooks get out and the dogs have mooched around in it, and, this morning, DM has fallen over in it in his dressing gown and slippers!

This mad woman is one of my “creations” – I bought three terracotta pots, some ornamental grasses and painted the faces onto the pots, finally topping them off with witches hats for Halloween. Sadly we didn’t get a single trick or treater to be scared off by them – we’re too far out of the village I think.

After Halloween was over, I decided I liked them so much I’d take off the witches hats and leave them in situ. So now, we have three mad, toothy, fat-faced women grinning out at the moor, the sheep, cows, ponies and any tourists that happen along our lane. I quite like her with her mad hair and a hat of snow. She certainly looks like she’s having a good time to me, despite being stone cold.