There are a lot of predictions of a hard winter to come. We've had them here a couple of times over the years and it's just heads down and get through it, enjoying the best days and hoping my scoot gets me through the snow on the bad ones

. I've been in virtual isolation here since covid was first reported in China. Luckily my husband can get out to collect food for us and for the livestock, but that's it. I don't miss company, but he does, so a festive season alone will affect him more than me. He found a wonderful Gaelic word: Greannach, which means Grumpy, to describe himself during the pandemic. I shall be happily planning what to grow this summer, and looking forward to lambing, which we didn't do last year.
Next job is to clean out all 35 of our bird nest boxes - each one requires Mr F to climb up a ladder to reach the box before chucking out the occasional dead chick and loads of bedding. It's the only time I wish we didn't have quite so many nest boxes
Good luck with your kidding Penninehillbilly - I hope all goes well.