For John - Zombie Snowmen by Jen Hutchison in Bristol this week.
Snow continues to fall, and most of my energy is taken up by maintaining a reasonably constant body-temperature, or simply standing upright in the strong, North wind.
A couple of U.S. residents were heard to remark (whilst stranded in two inches of short-lived snow at Heathrow Airport recently) that they could not understand how the whole of the UK comes to a stand-still with a light dusting of snow and minus 3 degrees temperature.
Having spent a couple of weeks in Quebec during January, I know their frustration. I was astounded to see cars driving through the city at about 50 mph, on six-inch thick, hard-pack ice, as if they were on Summer tarmac. There is no point at all in salting roads if the temperature drops below about -10, because it has no effect.
North Americans and Canadians have to live through these conditions for two to three months every year, whereas us Brits suffer much milder ones for about a week, and even then only about once every three or four years. We still go stir-crazy though. Up in the North of the American continent, they have winter festivals to stop themselves going mad in the vast expanses of whiteness, but the Scandinavians just lock themselves indoors and drink themselves to death or suicide. I fall somewhere between the two camps.
Can there be a more violent sport than Canadian Ice-Hockey? Well yes, actually, if you watch footage of the wheelchair basket-ball matches in the Paralympic Games! Those blokes have very strong arms.
I have to decide today if the weather conditions will allow me to drive to either the shape-shifting shop in the countryside which sells water-clear resin, or the huge country estate in the North of Bath where I intend to use it on a Breccia Marble column which is falling apart.
I could just stay indoors and drink myself to death, but I think that H.I. might take a pretty dim view of that and freeze me out anyway. She returned home early last night, because the college had decided to shut half way through her Life Painting lesson. This was for Health and Safety reasons, because of the conditions somewhere around the Somerset Levels, about 40 miles away from here.
I love the way Britain shuts down in the snow - it feels so foolhardy and adventurous to set foot outside when the economists are predicting a large drop in productivity and the Met Office is predicting more snow!
Anyway, enough of this - I have Robins to feed.