Alright, driveway cleaned up.



The first effect of the storm down the hill was that the chain latch was frozen shut. Charlie squeezed through, I climbed over the fence.



The wind had blown some snow into the hay storage, it comes over the top of the walls just below the roof through the ventilation gap, so it was a frosty breakfast for the horses.



The hose was, of course, frozen so there was the twice daily ritual:



The animals were not overly bothered by the weather, I let the chickens out and one went straight to egg laying in the usual milk crate.



Dixie munched on, oblivious to the chunks of ice in her mane.