"I am just going outside and may be some time," I said to no one in particular, as I left our shelter in search of beef broth.
The snow had intensified, making it hard to see, but in the distance I could just make out the Cult Collective, rising out of the drifts. I knew there was a shop nearby that sold broth, but would I make it?
I did, barely, and sensibly managed to detour out of the wind to a pub, where I drank a pint and watched the snow.
Later on we ate a standing rib with roast potatoes and Yorkshire pudding. It was delicious.
Stay warm,
LSP
