"Fifteen inches, at least," I told him on the telephone. And thereby a country ground to a halt.
In other matters, what was the snow like? I can't recall it ever being so deep, or so nightmarish to walk through. Stand in a drift, and, without a tactical pair of wellies, and you toes are destined to be soaked, then frozen, or vice versa. Still, it certainly looks nice, and our back garden is an oasis of untouched snow, were that to be a possible analogy. O well...