1224 - Cheshire winterscape

Around the endless bends with snowy sides
Roads now black again, white dispersed by tyres
Lunatic cyclist tentatively rides
I sensitively pull out and pass by
Not wanting him to end up in the mire
Bare trees, sometimes in huddled groups of four
Twigs chattering in the cold wind, they conspire
Jodrell Bank’s dishes stand stacked sideways for
A giant’s tea party at half-past four
The slippery hump back bridge and railway lines
Indicate quaint Holmes Chapel; the church spire
Homed in on, reacquainted, lurched past. Tour
Complete already, searching for the signs
To ‘Pirate’s Paradise.’ Warmer, dryer!