Epic journey into work this morning, through drifts as high as the top of the 4x4, with just a truck-sized gap cut through

Can't get the quadbike up the very steep track to my fields, and anyway they're full of quadbike-swallowing drifts.
So - carried up a 3 gallon bucket of feed, came back down, strapped a bale of hay onto my back, carried that up to one field, back down, another bale of hay on my back and up to the other field. All through 1-3ft of snow. I'm feeling intrepid
Don't any of the local male bores
dare suggest I'm playing at it at the moment
(as opposed to most of the local farmers who are wonderful with me)