18th March Sunday
Well blow be down, there was a blanket of snow in the sleepy vale of Barrington.
I had plans to take Nicola and Colin for Sunday lunch, but it meant going out in the cold. Nicola had booked a table at The Greyhound Country Inn at some obscure place call Fenny Bridges. This was a thirty minute drive away in the dry, but with the snow it was forty- five. Colin was not very confident in bad weather, so I was not a good back seat passenger.
Another Lifetime to go 