So, this is the second day of trekking across fields to get a couple of buses to work. At least the main roads are clear- but my car is buried somewhere under a pile of snow, so getting off the drive is impossible.

At last, a gritter has made it down our street. I woke to a couple of inches of snow on the car on Monday (and my little fiat is just not designed for snow), and managed to fish-tail it for ten minutes onto the main road (which is about 200 metres away ( Read more... )

There is one big motherfu**er of a storm cloud hanging ominously over my house.
This has to be the strangest British summer for a while.