I woke up this morning to a white world. About an inch of snow fell during the night. Billy Steve cancelled his trip to Blackpool - a 3 hour drive normally. As usual, Britain's roads are slowly grinding to a halt at the first sign snowflake. He took the dog out for a walk and looking out at the tracks in the snow reminded me of a story an old man told me.
This old man was talking about his younger years during the war. He used to visit a married woman whose husband worked the night shift at a local factory. This particular morning he was later leaving her house than usual and he found that during the night it had snowed heavily. As he was trudging along the road he passed her husband who was coming home from work. As he reached the end of the road he looked back to see his lover's husband stood at the garden gate puzzling over the tracks in the snow.