It has rained every day this year. It has been a nightmare trying to schedule rehearsals for the outdoor performance and because we need to keep the costumes and props dry, we have struggled with getting enough runs in. I have turned into a crazy woman who walks along muttering to herself and occasionally shaking her fist and shouting at the sky.

Meanwhile the snow continues to cause havoc in England. But it is just so beautiful in the Lake District. I still want to be snowed in (in a centrally heated, doubled glazed house, of course). I imagine an open fire, a contented cat, a good book, a full-bodied red and a red-blooded lover. And forays out into the world to chat with neighbours and compare conditions. In scenery like this I would indeed be walking in a winter wonderland.

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