The right kind of snow

This was the view from the train on the way up to Edinburgh to rehearse my new short play for Agent 160 Theatre. I'd woken up to heavy snow (a foot at least) in London, and the headlines all read TRAVEL CHAOS and THE BIG CHILL but The Show Must Go On so I packed emergency tea, emergency chocolate, emergency gin and an emergency party top in case I got stranded and was compelled to party. And apart from a rather worrying stop somewhere between Peterborough and York, where I took this picture, it was fine...delayed by only 45 minutes. Which is pretty miraculous for a snowy day's rail travel in the UK. Obviously it was not, this time, the wrong kind of snow. And after a lovely day of rehearsals, I'm on my way back, with velvety black skies outside, and the excitement of a play being just about to startle into life.