Friday, February 18

I arrived home by taxi last night just after 23:00 and as I walked into the drive I saw that the snow had slid off the carport roof and blocked the entrance. I used the other entrance and noticed that my phone said 23:23 as I slid into sleep.

This morning I wander outside after breakfast to deal with the snow. I manage to get the sliding door working again once I have dug it out of the snow, and I create a path into the house. As I finish I hear the snowplough outside.

I go into the road to investigate. This year the snowplough has a big truck in tow to carry the snow away. In previous years it just got pushed into the woods and left. Several snow boulders block our drive and I set about shifting them. The snowplough driver races up, smiles cheerily, and grabs then from the drive and drops them in the truck.

I photograph the freshly-cleared road. Yesterday evening it took the taxi driver about ten minutes to drive the ten metres he needed to drive to get to our door because the snow had frozen into hills and valleys that could catch the unwary motorist out.

I will spend the rest of the morning writing and the afternoon in meetings about VAKEN. Micke has covid so he doesn’t join us.