Apologies for this. More white stuff. Seven days into snow-bound and my world has shrunk to 'getting in' and 'getting out'. We are in a little snow-cocoon which has narrow, slidey and dodgy lines to the wider world.
The road is clear (ish) and with a little care it was possible today to go down the hill to Marton and thence to Bishop's Castle.
I quite like our special isolation up here - we did choose to live here so really shouldn't complain - but how ordinary it is down below.
I must remind myself to be very careful of what I wish for.........