The wind whistled through the windows of the tile-salesmans' still chimneyless steading conversion. I stared out over the snow covered decking towards the heather of the hills as a lone buzzard circled amongst the intermittent flurries... Still it does actually look like a typical January day for a change, up here anyway.
Once I'd scraped the worst of the snow off the roof any resolve to "just get on with it" had faded with the prospect of anything to do with handling slates. That's how I came to be inside looking out with a cup of coffee, 'seeing what the weather's going to do'.
My mind wandered to Joe Taskers' account of winter on the north face of the Eiger as a sort of yardstick of triumph over physical discomfort. Cutting a hole in the roof today wouldn't be that bad, in the grand scheme of things. However the alternative of driving back home and taking the starter motor off the Daihatsu seemed almost like a luxury day out at an exclusive health spa, in comparison...
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