The advice to us old people when there's eighteen inches of snow on the ground, deeper where it's drifted, is to stay home, stay warm, stay safe.
It's good advice. I'd really like to follow it, but I'd go mad. There are limits to how long I can stand by the kitchen sink and stare out across our road at the trees beyond. I need exercise, I need activity, I need mental stimulation - for a start I need....
....to get across the road to fill the peanut feeders - there are four in this picture - to keep the coal and blue tits alive.
So, very carefully, very gently, we've been out, walking up the road, which has seen visits by the council gritting truck, and....
....into the forestry, doing interesting things like carry out a rabbit census using their tracks - there were very few.
We walked about a mile, and felt much better for it. I can't say it was pleasant walking - a tractor and a couple of four-wheel drives had compacted the snow into ice - but we returned safe.
As we did so, the sky darkened and a sleety snow began to fall; and from the colour of the clouds there's more to come. Not very good news for....
....the resident small birds.
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