While comments have fairly flooded in over the past couple of days, my relative silence is because I've been in London. A series of business meetings was lightened by lunch with Trebian and dinner with Bob Cordery and his wife. Bob and I also managed a quick game of Battle Cry.
As usual I drove to Newark and then got the train to Kings Cross. On Thursday morning I set off from this:
When I arrived back at Newark at around 1930 last night the 'original' snow on my car was largely gone and a recent fall had left only a thin layer. This was soon gone as I set off up the A1 and apart from a thin drizzle the roads were without hazard. When I got out of my car it was completely clear of snow and ice. Hardly was I in the door when the snow began to fall - the top photo (taken as ever from the games room window) shows the situation at around 2200. My car is on the right.
The game Bob and I played was First Bull Run. I was the one in the grey hat, so I am pleased to be able to report a Reb victory! Above are the final positions, below my battle-winning cavalry. A Yankee infantry unit they'd been tormenting had run off and built these earthworks. So we went round the back...