Much restored this morning and off early back down into Sussex. Conditions got worse by the mile but I made it to within a nat's chuff of Moonnhill before Lofty Paul called to say he and his gang of banksmen couldn't get the cranes and artics' on site. Too much ice. And snow. And abandoned vehicles. Sod it, home to safety. Now Kent is snowed in.
I could have told you how frustrating that has been, after working so hard and successfully in the last two days to keep the schedule going, but I've dealt with it, and am well fed so the emotion has dissipated.
Looks like this inclement weather will knock us back by a week. Grrrr.