I ended up watching the snow melt on Saturday - quite a fascinating experience. There was a visible line on the road dividing tarmac from snow and ice which progressed upwards at the rate of a few inches per minute. Every time I glanced out of the kitchen window at the outside table, another inch of snow would have vanished from the original foot. by 7am everything was totally clear.
I'm hopeful we'll get another drop of snow and that we'll be able to make it out on to the downs for some slidey action. Maybe next year. For some reason this reminds me of the winters of my childhood.