The weather here has not been good, except for a calm, bright day on Christmas Day itself when we snowshoed again, this time in a loop through the trees behind Elva's and Laurie's road. Our Christmas supper was excellent and so was the next one that we ate with four of the Graves family on Boxing Day. Carol tried to drive Elva, Jenny and me to Wakefield yesterday but the cloud was so low and thick and the freezing rain so dangerous that she turned around at Chelsea and took us back to town. Jenny and I took a brief look inside the Musée des Civilisations but were put off by the 45 minute queue for entrance tickets and the number of young families present. Later, Elva and Laurie had to use the ski-poles they'd borrowed from us in order to reach their house without mishap from where they'd abandoned their car. Today's temperatures were milder, but with the winds gusting fiercely and the Rockcliffe taxiways still slick with water-on-ice (the runway friction index effectively at zero), there still wasn't any flying. Chris, Jenny and I did make it to Wakefield though.
Our "Skype" service to the outside world, blurry and pixelated though it is, has come in for plenty of use during the last few days, linking us with friends and family in Yorkshire, Teesside, London, Cambridgeshire and Suffolk and with George even further afield, so that at one moment we saw the cat on Rob's knee in his living room in York and the next moment a palm tree through the window of George's hotel or a Cessna rolling down the taxiway at Darwin airport.