Grey day

I woke up to a grey rather snowy day. It brightened up as the day went on, but first thing it was apparent that another small layer of the white stuff had come down overnight. Not that this affected me really, as all I did for four days was potter backwards and forwards between the different bits of the hotel and take some exercise in the excellent pool.

By lunchtime our work was pretty much finished, which meant that the last 24 hours in the hotel could be treated as a writers' retreat - it was warm, it was comfortable, there was wifi (in some places), there was a swimming pool, and they fed you. Handsomely. If sometimes too slowly.