We awoke this morning to a sharp frost and a rather white world - very beautiful, but icy pavements are a no-go for Tess and me. In fact we didn't venture out for our morning walk until after eleven when the sun had melted the frost on the footpaths.
We went to our usual Golf Club for lunch - four of us today and, as always, it was delicious. Much quieter today too after the Christmas rush. I must say it struck me as I sat there eating a Sunday dinner among quite a lot of local people, just how lucky we all are to be able to afford to go out every Sunday, to get someone else to cook our food for us, and never have to worry about where the next meal is coming from. If only people everywhere were in the same position. If only there weren't children dying for want of food. I know us stopping eating our lunch out wouldn't make the slightest difference - but I still felt guilty.
And what can we do? There is so very little in a world torn apart by conflicts, a world where equality is a word unheard of by millions, a world where people are born, live their lives and die all in abject poverty.
Coming home was an ordeal as the beautiful sun was directly in my eyes most of the way and it was already beginning to freeze hard. I drove at 40mph and impatient drivers kept passing me. Why this impatience? Surely it is better to be safe than to risk one's life (and that of others) on such road conditions?
Now there is a beautiful sunset - the whole sky is red. No snow forecast so we shall all keep our fingers crossed.