79.squall-longleg.3.10

I am not a fan of the snow, I find it hard going and that it saps the joy of walking, and the legs, all that slipping and sliding, and going one step forwards and two steps back. Today, Wadsley common was like walking up a river, yet the view over the Loxley valley with snow still on the hills was worthwhile -- an impressively bleak and monochrome vista. Muddy, messy and mucky, both Shad and I were glad to be back at the bar on the Middlewood road for a refreshing and warming pint or three of ale. They were out of barker snacks, so I treated Shad to a bag of scampi fries.