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We walked the old railway line from Haughton west towards Gnosall. it was bitterly cold, a deep bone-chilling cold that drifted from the fields.
There was a hoar-frost and a beautiful scrunchy, powdery carpet of soft, pure white snow. The red of the rosehip was beautiful in contrast to the stark whiteness.
The snow and ice is blinding when the sun shines. Newport, nearby, holds a record low temperature for England and Wales and it is easy to see why. The waters on the Shropshire Union Canal are frozen with a plate of ice two inches thick bearing the paw prints of scampering dogs. It is bitter but beautiful – so long as there is a warm house to return to and a tot of malt whisky.