I was right about the weather.

I woke up this morning to -2°C and a covering of snow everywhere. And perishing cold it was too. It snookered my plans of digging up the chicory and blanching it - I needed a hammer and chisel to get into the soil.

So instead, after cutting a pile of wood, I started to wire up the wind turbine on the barn to some batteries I had lying around. I may as well try to make use of some of the wind that we might have. But that was a perishing cold job too and by the time that lunch came around and I still hadn't finished and I was frozen to the marrow I abandoned that idea too.

After lunch I made a start on moving some of the old slate that is in the bedroom. And after about 50 bucketfuls up and down stairs you can just about notice the difference. I had no idea how much there is in that room. I'll be here until next Christmas trying to shift it all. But at least I've shifted enough so that I can get the next load of insulation onto the wall. I can do that tomorrow if we still have sub-arctic temperatures.