Storm Emma started cutting up at tea-time yesterday: bringing a lot of low-pressure moisture to add to the Baltic jet-stream we've had coming from the East for the past week. It's been snowing modestly since Tuesday evening with whistling Easterly wind which stripped the snow off the open fields and left it is heaps on the lee of hedges and at the gates between fields [must be the vortex]. I was a little concerned because there were drifts in the sunken lane that runs up to our house, particularly above us where open fields come right up to the lane; below the trees we have planted tend to drive the snow up and over the dip. At the top of our garden, I measured a drift at 65cm. Woke up this morning to find that modest and elegant sweep of white had grown to 2m! It's still precipitating [L, red dot marks Shackleton Base]
How did I get up there to find out? I slipped into my Polish waders to shovel a few paths:
- From the back-door to the front-door which was almost snow free anyway; with a spur to the tool-shed (to get to my waders).
- Up the steps behind the house to our N=29 sheep which spent the night in the **** Polytunnel Hotel. The Beloved TB had bought a week's worth of #3 Sheep Muesli and insisted on bringing the sheep into shelter from the storm. They and the feed-troughs got covered in snow anyway but it was only a dusting.