"... It was past four o'clock and New Year's Eve; the snow that had fallen all day gave back a glimmering greyness to a sky like lead.
'I'm sorry,' said Wimsey, 'Whereabouts do you suppose we've got to, Bunter?'
The manservant consulted a map in the ray of an electric torch.
'I think, my lord, we must have run off the proper road at Leamholt. Unless I am much mistaken, we must be near Fenchurch St. Paul.'
As he spoke, the sound of a church clock, muffled by the snow, came borne upon the wind; it chimed the first quarter.
'Thank God!' said Wimsey. 'Where there is a church there is civilisation. We'll have to walk it. ... Br'rh! it's cold. I bet that when Kingsley welcomed the wild north-easter he was sitting indoors by a good fire, eating muffins. I could do with a muffin myself ....' "
That could be books and cakes taken care of! Whether or not we end up eating muffins by the fire, I hope lots of people will join in with the Cornflower Book Group's March read.
(The picture is nothing like the East Anglian fen country but seemed to have the feel of the day described. Details here).
