It was not easy, the snow was so heavy visibility was in inches not feet. Like a dream being in a white cloud. The only guide was the sound of the plough in front.
But we survived and finally reached the ferry back to Portsmouth.
Upon arrival at gone 10pm, things were not looking good. We were going separate ways. Me up north.
Forecast was for below zero and I couldn't find any hotels.
I thought easy peasy after what I have just been through. Off I set.
The gritters had been out. My visor was constantly whitening out with the salt that wouldn't wipe off with a glove. Suddenly I 'd have no idea where the curbs were or what was in front of me.
I got to the top of the M40 to find the M42 had been closed.
Got to the M5 and the bistardos had closed that too.
Through the centre of Birmingham was the only option.
I finally arrived home at about 5am
Hypothermia was well set in by now.
I struggled for 10mins trying to get my key in the door, I thought I have come this far. I can't die on my own door step
The wife finally woke and let me in.
I had survived.
Come to Spain he said, it's marvelous