Apart from anything else, A had made her famous small iced Christmas cakes - always popular, always delicious, always a good idea to keep in for anyone who calls just before Christmas. K had made her equally famous mince pies with brandy butter, which she heated and sold for church funds (and donned her reindeer horns as a hint towards Christmas in the air). It was a lovely, friendly morning in an otherwise terribly stormy day.
Many areas up here are deep under water - the further west one goes the worse it gets. The farmer and I were due to go over the Pennines tomorrow to meet four friends for lunch in our favourite pub. Sadly we have had to call it off. The friends who live in Windermere are more or less cut off and we here in the Dales are also cut off, so best stay at home and keep warm.