We live on a hillside and our road faces north. When there is snow and icy weather - as we have had this week - the road surface can be treacherous. This is the reason why Clint has been in refusal mode.
"If you think I am going out in that you have another thing coming!" the stubborn vehicle retorted.
However, this morning he relented. We could see dry tarmacadam and a couple of vehicles passed by as I was pleading with him to take me to The Hope Valley. I was desperate for a long country walk and I reminded Clint that I recently bought him a new "Pirelli" front tyre.
"Oh go on then!" he said.
We were in the village of Hope twenty minutes later, Clint parked himself in a sunny spot on Edale Road - then with boots on I set off across snowy fields towards Lose Hill.
It was a lovely day to be rambling in the Hope Valley though in places the snow had drifted and I found myself knee deep in the white stuff. From Lose Hill Farm, I headed down to Castleton before following the nascent River Derwent back to Hope.
Once there was a little antique shop near the village church - called "Living in Hope". Sadly, that business folded some time ago. I think Hope is a great name for a village and indeed for the valley it sits in . Near Lose Hill Farm I took this picture of a signpost. During a deadly pandemic, we all need to find the path to Hope...