Here we is with Mrs Foggys passion waggon, venturing slowly home in the winter snow and minus temperatures.

Like the rest of the country this is our A road, beautifully treated by the local council. Ah where does my council tax go I wonder.

Next thing will be dirty great potholes in the road and the local council grabbers demanding more tax to do repairs and stockpile that one shovel of grit for next year.

Oh well sure looks pretty.