You're not kidding, Bobbi. I'd to drive back from York this morning and then walked small dog. The drive required intense concentration, because of the car being buffeted, then this afternoon I took said small dog (Tyke for future reference) for a short walk to return bits of the local pub's sign which had ended up in our garden. They'd be better just to paint it on.
It's called Winter, but it is handy to know when the worst bits can be expected, Remember 1947! That started end Feb.. (My parents had just moved into the house in which I grew up -they had gas lighting and from the tales I got... it was pretty hard going for a couple of months.