...and I am worried about my washing machine; how ridiculously petty and suburban is that?! I think it's frozen (it lives in a shed next to the also-frozen outside loo). At least I am not having to hack ice from my rudder so I can steer (under bare poles) and stay alive.
My washing machine doesn't look good in photos, so here are some pictures of a mildly snowy Mersea Island instead.
If you click on the picture below (to make it bigger) you can just about make out the withies marking the oyster beds.
