Ros and I had been visiting friends for dinner in Hadleigh, a rather lovely little town in South Suffolk, on Saturday evening, and so found ourselves on the road on Sunday morning, snow or no snow.
The road out of Hadleigh towards East Bergholt was twisty and slippery, as the volume of traffic had not been sufficient to clear away the snow, and Ros drove cautiously as far as the turning for the A12. But thanks to the work of the Essex and Suffolk County gritters, road conditions were pretty good as far as Stowmarket.
Stopping only to buy a newspaper, some milk, crumpets and soup at Tesco, we then embarked on what we feared might be the trickiest part of our journey, along Mill Lane and then up the rise to our village. There isn't a lot of traffic at the best of times, and we're a long way down the order in terms of roads most likely to be gritted. But we made it home, to find our village covered in a white blanket of snow, and our house with it.
A fire set, and some logs burnt, and the house was cosy and warm.
But yesterday, with the weekend over, it was time to return to the work routine. And for me, that means the community bus. So it was with some trepidation that I headed out to the pick-up point in the middle of the village, with ice on the road and visibility down to less than fifty metres, after all, road conditions weren't great and the bus schedule is busy.
And so, at exactly eight o'clock, the bus arrived, on time. The road north to Stowupland had been cleared, and it was the usual efficient journey, as I chatted to my driver. All this for £2.10 return.
It reminds me that, here in the country, you need to be just a little more resilient. And fortunately, those that I depend upon usually are...