Up early, pills, inhaler, a drink and off out into the cold. There's a wind, south-easterly, colder than the north. Going one way along the front I'm into it, in the other direction it's behind me, I Ignore it. Ice on the rough road to the sea. I avoid the puddles, a car drives through, cracking the ice wilfully.
There is no snow; everyone has been talking about it, but, for all the clouds in the pre-dawn darkness, there's no snow. I shall have to wait until half past eight, just as I arrive at work, for the snow to start.
