We have snow and deep drifts have blocked the lane. There is much talk amongst the men folk of 'getting through'. Each man bravely embraces his inner Polar Explorer and sets out to bring home life's necessities.
The Glamorous Ass. is gone all of 5 minutes - long enough to discover that snow deeper than the bonnet of the pick-up is indeed impassable.
It's possible that this does not bode well for tomorrow night's New Year's Eve dinner and I shall have to amend my catering arrangements. (Perhaps using some of those recipes suggested by yesterdays commenters - for which many thanks.) My neighbour did point out that if we couldn't get out to go shopping then it was unlikely that anyone would be able to get to us either and I would not need to worry about crab and smoked salmon for 10. A good point.
As I write I can see that snow is still blowing in across the dark face of Badnage Wood. There is a wicked wind which makes the temperature seem even lower than it actually is. I'm not sure if this latest snow is 'sticking' or not - there's a slushiness about it. We'll see what happen when the temperature drops at dusk.
Me, I'm perfectly happy not to 'get through' - an afternoon by the fireside away from the world, with one of my Christmas books seems like the best of plans.