Truly magical.

The bus on the way into work was very slow. Again, it took abouttwice as long as usual, although this was only forty minutes this time. The view, though was astonishing. The wind yesterday blew the snow onto all the north-facing surfaces, leaving the southern sides clean, so all the trees, bushes, signs and fenceposts have sugar frosting on one side. The whole world I was coasting through had a wonderful air of unreality.

The other notable point is that out of a dozen of us, only three are in work today. Maybe I shoud have stayed in bed.

Oh, and now we're onto a very strange version of Summer Holiday. I'm going to have to get a copy of this record.