January 22nd – A further shock to my sensibilities was the snowfall. I left Telford in relatively dry, clear conditions, but noticed the icing-sugar dusting of snow becoming more evident as the train neared the Black Country.
Leaving the train at Shenstone, there was more snow, but it was very wet. Whilst there was a little snow falling, I thought I’d missed the worst.
Within ten minutes I was cycling in persistent, large flakes of snow, making visibility difficult and soaking me to the skin.
I was glad of the studded tyres once more, and when I finally got there, glad to be home, too.