Well it wasn’t a surprise, because it was forecast. The amount that landed is generous by UK standards, but honestly, I feel the need to get on my snowy soap box here, why we do get our knickers in a twist over bad weather in this country. Severe weather is inconvenient to all, but why do we think the we have some divine right for all roads and paths to be magically cleared, so we can keep on with our day without so much as snowflake impeding our progress. The weather, mother nature or the snow god, call it what you wish; doesn’t give a toss about our hectic schedules get over it.
Social media was full of ranting this afternoon, about the poor job the council were doing clearing the roads. I imagine if we want the sort of set up for snow clearance that countries who routinely get great dollops of snow, then we’d better start paying more for our services (how much do snow ploughs cost?) Sigh.
Look the trains were running on the Buxton to Manchester line.
I could write about some of the shenanigans that have gone on in the lane today, it’s steep, andwhen it’s icy, it catches people out, it’s happened before. But lets just say if you pay an awful lot of money for a car, it doesn’t mean to say you know how, or more importantly when to drive it.
As Tom would say ‘all the gear and no idea’.
Spud has had a great day
Mr Uphilldowndale enjoyed himself too