Weather chaos in our fair isles this week. My poor sister was stranded all night yesterday in a service station with two other women – thankfully home now, after traversing hazardous conditions this morning with no sleep. The Severn Bridges are closed due to slabs of ice smashing into car windscreens; supplies of salt and grit are having to be rationed:
‘Plenty of British grit,’ quipped one reporter on tonight’s news, ‘but not the right kind!’
We Brits seem to have a phrase when confronted with life’s unpredictability – after explaining the difficulty of our circumstances and our frustration with it, somehow we feel obliged to add: ‘ah well, never mind; we’ll get there eventually,’ or something similar. (Even when stuck in a car for 6 hours on a freezing night in the middle of a blizzard.) You’ve got to love us, haven’t you?!!
Will post some snow pics eventually. Since I’m having a ‘rest’ I don’t have to deal with the elements in the way some people are having to.
Dartmoor looks like the Alps tonight.
For those of you used to this kind of weather, remember we are not, particularly in the Southern areas of England and Wales, and the Westcountry. It’s the speed, amount and spread of it that has caused so much trouble. And our heavily populated country has lots of little villages and narrow country lanes and hills and valleys…it can get very treacherous when suffering this kind of weather. A lot of vulnerable people are stranded, and power lines have been down in various places.
I have to say it does make a change from all the political headlines and intricate analysis on the news, and the sense of camaraderie is rather nice.
The ‘Big Freeze’ continues….