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We’ve had our fair share of the snow here in Bath. I spent Monday moving pots around in near blizzard conditions at the garden where I work as Head Gardener. I had snowflakes settling on every ripple and fold of my clothes – even on my eyelashes

The snow was great fun, but it made wildlife watching in my garden a bit pointless. I am rather biased on this, because as far as I'm concerned, wildlife really means insects. OK, there are a few birds and the odd squirrel out there

Oh snow, where were you in London on Christmas day? Why are you here now, hampering our efforts to burn off mince pies through brisk gardening? There's nothing I can do in my garden, except ponder when the compost heap will start breaking down again

Yesterday at a Gardeners' Question Time recording it was amazing to hear that Eric's Cumbrian plot had only had 5cm of snow. Not so here in Hampshire. The snow is 45-60cm deep and the icicles more than 1m long!What have I been up to during the snowy

I don't think the squirrels liked the snow. Apart from the fact that they found it difficult to retrieve their buried nuts, each time they hopped, they were completely engulfed in the stuff. In south-east London we only had 3 or 4 inches but that

Snow has arrived early in my part of the East Midlands, and in many other areas too. The BBC radio weather forecast this morning summed it up nicely: plunging temperatures, record-breaking conditions, no sign of it letting-up all week.And what

for the weather to work on over winter. I'm sure it helps to let the frost penetrate your soil where you can.I have been worrying about the birds. My bird bath was covered by a 15cm deep layer of snow when I woke up on Thursday morning, so it was important to get

comfort and less space for carrying bags of cement. Last week I sold the most recent Land Rover in order to trade it in for a less thirsty vehicle.Big mistake. Two days later it started snowing and, at the time of writing, we're under about six inches

The snow vanished as quickly as it arrived, and contrary to all expectations, there were no rotting mammoth carcasses exposed by the thaw. But now it's back again.All looks still and quiet out there. The heavy blanket is as much a duvet of silence

around 10pm and by the next morning it had all gone. All well and good except that we have a bit of a British Rail problem - it was completely the wrong type of snow. Instead of being light, fluffy cotton-woolly snow this was wet and heavy. As a result