I woke up to an inch (maybe) of snow. Granular stuff, that was like polished ivory and very, very slippery in places where it had been compressed by traffic. Braving a bitter easterly I took the oportunity to take some photographs.
This former farmhouse lies in the Park, surrounded by tall, thick hedge of privet. It is built of the local limestone and has a heavy roof of limestone slates known as 'Collyweston slate'. Perfection