If I had not been derailed by my hospital stay I had planned to be driving off to Wales today. However looking outside at the icy roads and the fog, I am not sure I would not have changed my plans anyway.
I am pretty determined to go tommorrow which will mean starting early in the morning to get enough daylight for photography, but again I think I have to pay regard to the weather.
I had a long conversation with my brother about many things yesterday. My recent scare was a scare to him too, being as he is the one who will have to pick up the tab if anything happens to me.
We talked of this old story in the Arabian nights, where a guy sees the grim reaper in the Marketplace looking at him, so he gets on his horse and escapes to the furthest reaches of the kingdom, only to meet death there, who expresses surprise that he had seen him so far away in the morning when he had an appointment with him elsewhere.
In other words I have more chance of coming a cropper on the roads than succumbing to a heart attack, so it is a matter of common sense and taking another opportunity to visit Wales during the Christmas break if the weather is really against it. It's not snow that bothers me, but ice and fog, and also being sure that the beta blockers I am on, do not impair my driving in any way.
I'm driving round to the shops later to fill up on diesel. It may be I don't get so far as Wales tommorrow and will go for a shorter journey instead.