More melting

A relief again to not think about getting in the car and looking at traffic/road updates.
Sorted some stuff at home and some Norfolk stuff and then went for a late walk. Still hard work walking (extra) ... not least due to talking to all the locals with no-one venturing far and hearing lots of snow stories but it’s much easier being able to walk o top of the frozen drifts rather than sinking with each step.
Reading between the lines in the local gossip there appears to be a teeny little bit of schadenfreude about the car (extra) which is gradually re-emerging.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   
To stop without a farmhouse near   
Between the woods and frozen lake   
The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   
To ask if there is some mistake.   
The only other sound’s the sweep   
Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.