The local roads are pretty much impassable, so this therapist has been busy contacting his clients to re-arrange appointments and schedule them for another day. Nature in all its beauty is reminding us of our place in the order of things.

My wife and I took a walk through the ever-deepening whiteness up to the village, admiring the stunning views down across the rolling fields and then rising up to the steeple of St Denys Church in Rotherfield. The roads were almost traffic-free.

A man in a 4×4 with French plates pulled up next to us, wound down his window, and asked if we were ok and enquired as to whether we needed a lift. The few people we passed in the village smiled and exchanged friendly remarks about the weather and the forecast for the weekend.

It’s noticeable how people feel closer to each other when nature reveals its might. That tribal spirit of working together and helping each other, which often seems to be missing in the maelstrom of modern life, comes to the surface.

It’s a great day to be alive!