A Rescue

The sudden loss of control - surrounded by snow and the car no longer moves at my bidding. The wheels spin, the engine revs - smell of hot rubber and hot engine. No-one in sight. Sun sparkles on snow. I edge forward a little, than once again try to reverse out of my predicament, back towards the gritted road I left only a few yards behind. More wheel-spinning, no progress. I turn off the engine and get out. I don't have a shovel. I don't have a bag of salt and grit. I get back in the car, try one more time, before preparing to go in search of help. Then a golden retriever appears, up the path to my right, followed by another. Followed by a man. A man who tries his best to push me out, backwards up the slope to the road. Advises me not to rev the engine, is patient with my lack of experience of being stuck in the snow. Is probably 70, and possibly shouldn't be doing this... Concedes, just as a landrover comes by. He hails the men in the vehicle - tells me they are farmers and will pull me out!! They speak only a few words, the two farmers, but quickly and efficiently, one of them produces a rope, and attaches it to the back of my car. The man with the dogs tells me to put it in neutral, and the landrover slowly moves forward, and with ease, pulls me up to the road. I get out and thank all three of my rescuers, the retrievers barking, gold against white, get back in my car, and drive down the road to park where I should have parked all along...