Conditions were unbelievably shite when I collected him in Lowestoft last night. Heavy wind-driven wet, sleety snow. The roads were slushy, except where they were flooded. Apparently, he'd had to negotiate fallen trees in the forest, earlier - as well as snowy roads.
Anyway, he made himself a little nest on the second row of seats in the van, reserved the last room in the Premier Inn at Tad, and slept all the way from Norwich to the hotel.
The nightwatchman at the hotel was a complete knobber and wouldn't let Steve in with his bike, so we had to squander valuable sleeping time transferring to the Travelodge t'other side of the A64. The lovely lady there was much more helpful - we managed to bypass the usual "No, we're full I'm afraid" which is TL policy for anyone who just turns up. Judging by the start-time on the tracker, Steve probably had another 3-4 hours sleep.
For someone who's riding 200 miles a day through a British winter, he looks and seems in remarkably good spirits.
The plan is for him to ride the tailwind today - but plans may change, as always - so keep watching that tracker!