Plan B Again

Plan A was to walk up to the pub for the Golf Club Xmas lunch. The golf competition was cancelled but Mr P can't play at the moment anyway. An e-mail came round cancelling the lunch because lots of people can't get there. Feeling sorry for the pub,  we walked up there anyway figuring there would be lots of turkey for sale. 
Plan B was finding the pub closed and having to go home and cook our own Sunday meal. Here Mr P is standing just up  from the closed pub on the right and watching the gritter lorry go past. Better late than never I suppose. 
The road on the left goes to our house. We were pleased to find it cleared. Apparently one of the local farmers had to clear it to get his milk lorry out,