... and a microwave to re-heat pizza in.
I saw this every morning on my way in from the guest house.
Checking the weather from my window caused a feeling of deja vu.
I took a step across the grass and my leg went into the snow up to my knee. I decided then to follow the path.
Did I mention that there was a lot of snow?
Fortunately, they had a digger on standby...
No, you can't have any more Turkish Delight.
I wondered why the snow didn't stay on the bridge. Hot water pipes appeared to be the answer.
This caused a lot of water to run down the gutter.
And form pools around the end...
I presume that hole's meant to be there?
These seemed silly before the snow and wind froze my hair solid.