Text 1: Garthdale digs out after four days cut off, by Callum Drummond

An original contemporary newspaper report.

The village of Garthdale was reconnected to the outside world yesterday afternoon when a council snowplough finally cleared the only road in, four days after drifts of up to two metres closed it.

The snow arrived overnight on Sunday, and by Monday morning the 300 residents could not drive anywhere. Power lines came down under the weight of snow, leaving most homes without electricity for 30 hours. The primary school closed for the week, to the delight of its 41 pupils, who spent it sledging on the field behind the church.

The village shop sold out of bread and milk by Tuesday lunchtime. Shop owner Fiona Duckworth began taking orders by phone, and a local farmer, Rob Telfer, used his tractor to collect prescriptions from the chemist in the next valley and deliver groceries to elderly residents.

Farmers had the hardest week. ‘You dig the sheep out of the drifts, carry hay to them, and the next morning you do it all again,’ said Mr Telfer, who lost six ewes. ‘But nobody up here was left on their own. People just turned up with shovels.’

The village hall, which has its own generator, stayed open each evening, serving hot soup and charging phones.

Text 2: A letter from the snow, by Hannah Metcalfe

An original letter written in a nineteenth-century voice; a period simulation, not an archival document.

Text 2 is a letter written in January 1881 by a young woman on a hill farm in the Yorkshire Dales.

My dear cousin,

You will wonder that you have not heard from us this fortnight, but the truth is that no letter has gone out of the dale nor come into it since the great storm of the twelfth. The snow drifted to the very eaves on the north side of the house, and Father and Joseph had to dig a passage to the cowhouse before the beasts could be fed.

The sheep were the worst of it. For five days the men went out at first light with long poles to search the drifts, and brought home some alive and many dead. We have lost forty, which is a heavy loss to us, and our neighbours at High Fold lost more.

Indoors we have managed well enough. Mother bakes our own bread, but the flour runs low, and we have eaten our way through the hams and half the potatoes. The carrier cannot come up from the town, there has been no chapel these two Sundays, and poor old Mrs Dent, who lives alone below us, was found nearly frozen and is now in our kitchen by the fire.

Your loving cousin,

Hannah

Using information from both texts, explain briefly how the heavy snow affected daily life.

You should make it clear which text you are referring to.