Too much in fact to even get up the lane to the main road, which was equally blocked anyway.
I shovelled the path (another of those "grown up" moments) then went for a walk around the village.
This is the local pub, at about 10 O'clock in the morning. By lunchtime it was packed to the rafters with snowboarders, ballers, walkers, workshy skivers and the odd photographer.
And if there's one thing better in my book than an unexpected day off, it's when there is also a Test Match to watch......A chap could get used to this.