Hurrah for Marathon Winters! Jibers, BFC and I had a lovely starlit expedition to the Cats on our different routes, with no dramas on the icy bits. Fuller Street to Terling was the worst section on my outbound route, with re-frozen, polished slush, some more powdery stuff and a little black ice here and there. The roads were quieter than usual ...
The pub was fairly busy by their standards, but we had the front room (and the blazing wood-burner) to ourselves. Pre-pandemic beer prices too (tho it was Gr**n* K!ng of course).