When we had our awful struggle to get to the airport a couple of weeks ago one of the things that sustained me was the knowledge that at least it wouldn't be this bad on the way back. 


Turns out that Mother Nature (tm) had arranged another show of strength just as we got back into the country, with lots of thick snow and the prospect of blocked motorways. 

Fortunately, with jetlag you don't let such trifling things as icy roads worry you. All you want to do is sleep. So we got a train and a taxi back to our snowbound car, loaded it up and shot onto the M62 before fate noticed. And we got home just fine. 

We've had a lovely time away. All the better for not having to be at home.