Thanks to Chris Cowan for supplying a few photos from yesterday’s snowshoe trip up Sherpa Peak and along the ridge and then down the ridge – and down and down and down….

Yes – it was a long way down.

The exciting thing about these pics is that I’m actually in them. Although if I hadn’t told you, I’ll be you would never have known.

Okay – let’s get on topic. April snow: yes, there was snow in the mountains, which is where it’s supposed to be at this time of year. NOT. HERE!

But it arrived before noon and it has been snowing A LOT for the past five plus hours. It has been snowing so much that tomorrow Simon is going to have to use the snowblower.

It has been snowing so much that Shanara (the snow dog) is excited as hell. For a week or so she was worried that spring might arrive. But no – her fondest wishes have all come true: winter has started again.

I believe that last Wednesday was summer between one and four p.m.

Our basement is still in a state of chaos, which is invariably what happens when you have a drywaller set up shop. So today I spent some quality time in the local laundromat. I then spent even happier time cleaning and trying to suck up the worst of the dust with both vacuum cleaners. Yes, my life is one exciting roller coaster ride over here.

Then, because all other alternatives had no appeal, Simon and I watched The Post. Not only was it a really excellent film, but it had a similar impact on both of us: the visceral feeling you get when you go after a story and you do what is right and you publish and you know you are making a difference.

We both miss that. I know I do – hugely.

I miss the juice.