They struggled across the once-lush landscape which was now shades of grey, shadows looming in the thickets and hedgerows.
A howl carried across the wind, making most people quicken their pace as they picked their way past abandoned vehicles and vegetation scattered across the bitter path they trod.
“Are we nearly there, Mummy?” a little boy asked plaintively.
“A little further still, son.” She bent to pick him up.
Refugees fleeing a war-zone? No, just two inches of snow had fallen in Cornwall, causing chaos. Snowploughs? Not worth the cost for the snow that falls once every seven years.
A howl carried across the wind, making most people quicken their pace as they picked their way past abandoned vehicles and vegetation scattered across the bitter path they trod.
“Are we nearly there, Mummy?” a little boy asked plaintively.
“A little further still, son.” She bent to pick him up.
Refugees fleeing a war-zone? No, just two inches of snow had fallen in Cornwall, causing chaos. Snowploughs? Not worth the cost for the snow that falls once every seven years.
