I dreamed about Georgian houses- one of which had a warship of the same period embedded in its structure. The ship was called the Perseus or the Cassiopea. Its figurehead- repesenting a man with folded arms and a woman standing behind him- was remarkably lifelike.
Most of the country is deep under snow but our corner isn't. We were promised blizzards; what we've had is the odd sprinkle. To be honest I'm feeling I've been short-changed.