A little rise in temperature saw some mini icicles. I'm a bit frustrated that I can't manage a good tramp with Poppydog; LH reported back that it was pristine snow, the only other tracks being that of a deer.
I have been very good, rested the leg and even written the bulk of the Christmas cards. It's a joy and a job to write them; I love the moments recalling old friends and penning a quick note to keep up to date, but even though I've ruthlessly pared my list down the task does sometimes feel massive!
The concert is apparently still happening but I do wonder how big the audience will be; if they live down a snowy country lane I'd think twice before attending...