The Streetforce 2734567 number actually answered on Tuesday unlike on Monday, but the lady was politely insistent: no cul de sacs were being gritted - absolutely the lowest priority she said.
"But dont you realise," I complained, "that other roads have got two possible ways out. We have only one and that's up a very slippery hill."
No satisfaction apart from a promise to write down the request.
"So what about the robin and the four great tits and the pairs of blue tits and coal tits on Blacka Moor who've not seen a peanut or a sunflower seed for three days? Do you want to have murder on your hands? Put me through to your animal rights department."
Whether it was this or not the gritter finally came down the road at 8.45 pm. So today we managed to get to the lay by at Devil's Elbow by midday - all other parking options looked potentially awkward. The snow was so deep that the half mile or so seemed more like 2 miles. Fortunately Bert may be 12 years old but he remains game even when up to his jaw in drifts.
Ours were the only prints in the snow today unlike Monday when a remarkable quantity of bike tyre marks were on the paths. The sun on the snow through trees is just one of the best visual effects in the whole year but to me it's even finer when the trees are wild and unmanaged. 
The birds were there waiting for us. It sort of made the hard walking even more worthwhile. Do people get more sentimental with age?
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