The Gorse Fox is still holed up in North Britain, in a fine hotel in the Athens of the North. It has not been much like Athens today, with temperatures hovering around zero and few, if any, breaks in the cloud cover.
The Gorse Fox has been working in the local Starfleet office, shaping a contract for some work and trying to work out how best to provide the resources to execute it. So far so good. Should manage to finish drafting everything tomorrow.
At the end of the day he had a long career discussion with one of his team, then popped round the corner for a curry.