Well, that was an apocalyptic walk home...

I've just negotiated deep snow, sheet ice, 4 inches of slush, knee high

melt water pools, hail stones and at least 4 guns in the woods above the
path - all between me and the next cup of tea.

I tried to look as little like a pheasant as possible, and made it to
the cottage in one piece.

I'm not sleeping here this week; my sister is in the last week of
pregnancy and I am on standby to babysit in case she needs to make a
dash through the snow to a maternity ward in the middle of the night.