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Well, the festivities are well and truly over. The decorations are packed away and the turkey carcass has been thrown out.

The new year has kicked off with a blanket of snow, creating excitement and chaos in equal measure.

In recent years it's been unusual for Pembrokeshire to have snow lying on the ground for more than a few hours. This covering has been met with glee by the kids whose schools are closed, and dread by the rest of us having to get to work - and home again - in treacherous driving conditions.

Just stepping out of the front door is an ‘interesting' experience, even with sensible shoes on.

It's all everyone is talking about. Hence our front page story this week headlined The Big Chill.

New Year's Day began bright and sunny with an exhilarating walk on Newgale beach. After lunch it was off to the drinking holes for a pub crawl (on foot) around the town. On our way out the snow began to fall, but never thinking it would stick I ventured out in boots with soles as smooth as the ice sheet now covering our drive.

And so it was that I came home later that night with two bruised knees, after my betrothed had dropped me twice on the hill back to our house. The perils of New Year's drinking.

Maybe it's just as well there aren't many trials on in Wales right now. And I'm not ashamed to admit, once again, that I am a fair weather trialler.