A change of scene

I know there's some severe weather heading for London this week, but the contrast between the sunny morning we left at Gatwick today and the louring skies of home hit me with some force as I looked out at the snowy hills above the Bishop's Glen.

We were up at 5.30am to catch a train from Croydon, a plane at 9ish - all in order to be home for choir practice (run by Mr PB - not just something we sing in). And then it snowed.

To say I'm fed up would be an understatement. I don't recall this happening in the past. Maybe we're just growing old. But I would have liked to have had a bit longer with my family ...