The great god Thor went for a ride
upon his favourite filly.
I’m Thor he cried, the horse replied –
“You forgot your thaddle thilly”.

No, not that type of thor. Once again we seemed to be on the periphery of the really bad weather, and as soon as it had finished snowing, it started to get slushy and melt. But at least it meant I was able to get a fairly unusual image of Wollaton Hall in the winter.