The Professor and Dr Biswell left yesterday morning for Manchester: Dr B absolutely has to get back to work, and the Prof had people he wanted to see. The idea was to get as far as Edinburgh last night and go on today — the Edinburgh bit worked fine, but by this morning the friend in Yorkshire he was supposed to be going to see was completely snowed in. So he is staying where he is for a couple of days (actually, in one of the most beautiful houses in Scotland; so I am not feeling too sorry for him). Dr Biswell, having added a duvet, a shovel and quantities of food to the stuff in his car, just in case, has cautiously carried on South to Manchester. I am sitting tight, marking essays and looking at the gently falling snow. There’s a wren twitting about outside — the poor little thing looks completely spherical having, I suppose, stood all its feathers on end.