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owlWe've just had six inches of snow this afternoon. Not a flake in Belfast by the time I left. I said jokingly as I went out that I'd see everyone tomorrow 'unless I'm snowed in'.
Hah. It took me almost three hours to do a journey that normally takes 45 minutes. The bus got to within three miles of $LOCALTOWN with no problem, and then all the traffic on the dual carriageway lay down and died. I was about 10 minutes later than usual into $LOCALTOWN, and I was wondering if the snow was too heavy to drive to a friend's, who lives about five miles farther up the mountain (we're about three miles on the high side from $LOCALTOWN). Hah, again. The gritter had run out of grit about a third of the way along the main road that goes to our house, and it had lain down and died too. There were about seven cars stuck up the hill. My dad, who had come in to pick me up, did a heroic feat of driving. He got the car turned and back down the hill, and we went back through the town and out to the carriageway at the low end. We hit a kerb somewhere along there, and I was working out which house of people we knew was nearest so we could seek shelter if necessary.
The carriageway was good for 30 mph speeds, so we went to $LARGERTOWN where we had another hairy moment at the turnoff, lorry stuck on a hill again, and made our way along the main road from $LARGERTOWN to $VILLAGE, which had been gritted and was fine. Our main road meets it about a mile beyond our house, and the last bit was the worst. The snow had blown into little peaks like frozen waves, and there was a single set of tracks on the hill. If we'd stopped anywhere on the hill we'd never have got started again. My dad said, 'Pray that nothing comes down the other way', so I did, and we met one car, but it was on the bit in the middle where the hill levels off for a few yards. Our little side road was bad too, but at least there we could have perhaps trudged to one of the farms to borrow a tractor. Whenever we were turning in at our lane, we both started cheering.
The upstairs rooms are all filled with cold light. We went out to shake the snow off the baby pine trees so they don't break with the weight of it, and it was up tot he top of my wellingtons in places.
Hah. It took me almost three hours to do a journey that normally takes 45 minutes. The bus got to within three miles of $LOCALTOWN with no problem, and then all the traffic on the dual carriageway lay down and died. I was about 10 minutes later than usual into $LOCALTOWN, and I was wondering if the snow was too heavy to drive to a friend's, who lives about five miles farther up the mountain (we're about three miles on the high side from $LOCALTOWN). Hah, again. The gritter had run out of grit about a third of the way along the main road that goes to our house, and it had lain down and died too. There were about seven cars stuck up the hill. My dad, who had come in to pick me up, did a heroic feat of driving. He got the car turned and back down the hill, and we went back through the town and out to the carriageway at the low end. We hit a kerb somewhere along there, and I was working out which house of people we knew was nearest so we could seek shelter if necessary.
The carriageway was good for 30 mph speeds, so we went to $LARGERTOWN where we had another hairy moment at the turnoff, lorry stuck on a hill again, and made our way along the main road from $LARGERTOWN to $VILLAGE, which had been gritted and was fine. Our main road meets it about a mile beyond our house, and the last bit was the worst. The snow had blown into little peaks like frozen waves, and there was a single set of tracks on the hill. If we'd stopped anywhere on the hill we'd never have got started again. My dad said, 'Pray that nothing comes down the other way', so I did, and we met one car, but it was on the bit in the middle where the hill levels off for a few yards. Our little side road was bad too, but at least there we could have perhaps trudged to one of the farms to borrow a tractor. Whenever we were turning in at our lane, we both started cheering.
The upstairs rooms are all filled with cold light. We went out to shake the snow off the baby pine trees so they don't break with the weight of it, and it was up tot he top of my wellingtons in places.
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