Home, finally

Started the day (almost) in Weardale, where my mother's drive was completely covered in black ice even at 10:45AM, passed through York at noon(ish) where the sun was momentarily blinding, even if snow was glistening on the tops of the dales in the distance, finished it in Kent at twilight, where it's grey and miserable.

My conclusion, having experienced a significant sample of the country today, is that it's bloody cold.

But my house is warm.

Minor highlight, passing The Flying Scotsman, parked at Locomotion, about five minutes into the train journey. Annoyingly I'd thought 'I should get my phone out in case there's anything interesting parked at Locomotion', but not done it.

More later.