It was snowing when I left Swindon at just gone 7. It got worse as I went up the Fosse Way, shit myself coming down a long steep hill - car ahead crawling down it, changed down and touched the brakes and the car went almost sideways. I didn't think I was going to stop.
That was followed about two miles later by a traffic jam, which I sat still in for an hour. The high point was the bloke in front of me getting out of his car to flag down someone coming from the other direction to ask him what the hold up was. Mr BMW pulled up, but the Jag following him too closely didn't - hit the brakes, slid off the road to avoid the BMW, went on the verge, down into a ditch and smacked a tree
I got to Warwick at 10am.