When I left Reading to go to Worcestershire on Boxing Day the side roads here were a lethal mixture of ice and slush. That is all washed away now I am back. It is just grey and wet and dreary, but I can put up with that - at least I can get out without worry about falling over! Someone described our local supermarket car park last week as "a skating rink in a ploughed field"!
I left to come home yesterday just in time, I think. It was raining in the Vale of Evesham, but when I got to the top of Fish Hill near Broadway it was heavy sleet. The rest of the journey wasn't bad, but I heard that later yesterday Fish Hill was very hazardous indeed - if any of you know that road you will know why! It seems to have a climate all of its own.