And then ...

And then ... it snowed. Fat wet flakes falling still.

No huge storm damage to be seen in town, just a lot of debris. Trains off (as elsewhere), station closed due to damage to newly restored Victorian glass roof.

The prediction of storm surge in the East of England gives me pause for thought and prayer. Seaweed and shells on the doorstep this morning. The bane of a fertile imagination. Am off to take refuge in words. Stay warm and safe Blipland.


#am writing