SNOWSHILL MANOR
Hunting for white cats and doves in the thick snow of last winter.
Although Snowshill Manor in glorious at all times of the year, being up here on the edge of the Cotswold scarp in mid winter makes you realise how well named the place is.Going out to feed the white doves and the white cat, Tinker was quite a challenge. You can imagine how difficult it was with 6 inches of snow on the ground! The doves swooped down hungrily for their breakfast, but of Tinker there was no sign - all I could see was a row of small footprints along the top of a wall, disappearing up the steps and - arrgghhh! - into the Manor! Tinker knew where it was nice and warm and dry! During the winter season, when the Manor is closed to the public, we cover every piece of furniture with a white sheet so it was as bad inside as out to discover a pure white cat. We eventually found him curled up in a 17th century baby's cradle and he was most cross to be put outside in the snow again!
