..to get even the second daily picture posted before the witching hour... but it was a late night! But the effort is made at 8am Day 3.
We drove (well I use the term in the Royal sense.. Colin drove..) to Plymouth and back to see Frankie Boyle at the Pavilions. He was very good.. as in: so bad he was good. And interestingly I think it was the ladies who were laughing loudest!
There was little evidence of snow after Truro...there had been a sprinkling here whilst we were out so we're back to tentative footsteps again this morning. It's quite an odd feeling venturing past the 'snow zone' I have been moving in since Monday, as if we in the far west are in an existence a bit like the Grinch.. existing as if on our own snowflake or in our own personal Christmas Card!