The snow is now reduced to long grubby streaks in the furrows of the fields and a few crunchy remnants between tussocks of wet, straggly grass where we've been walking the dogs. Seems that we're due for a heady plus nine degrees this afternoon. Almost gardening weather.
Tod is setting off for a French lesson. The Batmobile is on its way up our slushy, still slippery drive. Hope he makes it to the top and freedom.