Although we have caught it badly on the North Downs the last three years, yesterday was a joke.
We had about an inch or so of snow, yet it still took me almost three and a half hours to get home from London, a trip that normally takes and hour and a half.
As Robert says, Canada doesn't seem to have this problem nor do the Scandinavian countries. It's not as though the snow came as a surprise either - it was forecast a good week in advance.
Still at least it means that my syndicate will still be meeting up this morning. Nothing like a bit of pheasant shooting in the snow. How would we get next year's Christmas cards?