The whole country, it seems, is in the grip of Winter, & has been for a good couple of weeks. That's proper snowy, icy, temperatures-down-to-minus 10, schools closed, transport grinding to a halt, check-on-your-neighbours WINTER.
On the plus side, it has been extremely pretty; I work from home, so don't have to brave the elements; the shops are but a short walk away, I have a freezer & plenty of supplies; & plenty of warmth.
But I really have had enough of it now. It is still lethal underfoot with ice, freezing cold, & the reward that I have had for being Mrs Sensible & not driving? A flat battery.
I have not been to the Hill for three weeks - and then only for the AGM - as the chances of being able to do anything or to dig up any parsnips is nil. Fortunately the cabbage the-size-of-your-head which I cut at the beginning of November is quite happy keeping in the fridge having portion after portion of crisp white tightly packed leaves sliced off each day.
And yes, I know we'd all be bored of the same weather all the time, & it is extremely festive - but really.