Once again the BBC are
at it with dire warnings about the coming days. 'The first of Winter' they chortle and the weather charts are full of little snow flakes blown along by tempestous winds from a north full of rings huddling together in a menacing way -a sort of Northerly Haka promising mayhem and disruption. The week end will be particularly bad they claim with a marked degree of relish. So we brace ourselves in Hutton as on the map we are where sleet meets snow. Sadly the warm Autumn and the prolific slurry laid on Hutton Hill has resulted in prodigous growth amidst the unploughed stubble so we would need a foot or more of snow before Hutton could hope to launch his newly acquired, soft cutting edge, inflatable sledge. In the meanwhile two workmen struggle on with the VillageHall site. The hole is deeper with a World War 1 type trench system outlining the shape of the foundations. One guy has a digger and the other a spade-the latter at least can keep warm as the cab of the digger is open to the elements. If the snow arrives as promised it will be difficult for Scott and Edmundsen to carry on-if they do it will be free entertainment for the elder granddaughter who arrives to day-GNER always permitting.