Around Manchester the snow came down in fits and starts. At one point the airport was closed until both runways could be cleared of snow.
Trevor and I had planned to do some cross-country skiing near to Mam Tor in the Peak District. At first our plans were in doubt because of mild overnight temperatures. However, it was the freshening northerly winds and roads blocked with drifting snow that provided us with the first challenge.
We eventually parked the car near Mam Tor and set off across the the rolling hills so the South.
Stiles, gates and low walls were often completely buried in snow drifts. This made our journey much easier than expected.
The wind was getting strong enough to take your breath away and regularly whipping up blinding blasts of spindrift. It was whilst we were sheltering beside a wall that we spotted several people with mountain bikes. We said 'hello!' and had a brief chat. They seemed in good spirits but must have been having a very difficult day.
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