We slid down to the church this morning on a road glazed with black ice. No further priestly revelations to the half-full church.
I left warmish, fully-defrosted Wells around 2 pm en-route to Reading. The warm air transitioned suddenly to cold just east of Swindon (7 deg. to 3) as I entered a world of murk and ground-lying snow.
Meetings in Reading and London tomorrow.
