Off work today as basically recovering from the Superbowl as was up until gone 3am watching the American Footy last night/this morning. SO I had booked the day off.
I'm also recovering from the weekend and the fun minimins minimeet we had in the East Midlands.
It's only now I reflect on that journey home and how difficult it was and treacherous. At times it was really scary and visibility was almost down to zero as the frozen fog arrived. Worse was the fact that at times we were down to less than 20MPH on the flaming A1 - yes, not some backwater or minor C Road in the Scottish Highlands, but the bloody A1!!!
Beggars belief that cars were strewn all over the carriageways and the roads were NOT gritted!! - especially when everyone at the meet KNEW the weather was closing in. TBH I thought we'd be fine as assumed the main roads would be priority when it came to keeping clear! WRONG!!!
I kept in touch with some of the others and also back home as i headed north - very slowly. I had my first accident whilst driving last winter whan the car left the road into oncoming traffic, yet this was much, much more scary
I even contemplated pulling off the A1 and onto the hard shoulder and spending the night there. It was impossible to see your side of the road, the lines were gone and basically you were having to follow the car in front (at great distance) without brakeing at all, and trying to remain in its tracks to avoid the drifting snow and ice. Even that was difficult as the tracks were freezing and harsh on the tyres.
All of my washers were frozen, so was relying on the driving snow to keep the windscreen sufficiently wet in order to clear them once in a while.
Probably the only time I've ever been worried about driving and typically I was alone in the car at the time! on the plus side, I did have spare clothing, coffee, soup, food, blankets and a stove so was prepared for camping out if it got really bad.
You know there's nobody more patriotic than me when it comes to these fair isles, but sometimes, and Saturday was one of them times, it feels like we live in a third world or some pathetic little backwater where local authorities play Russian Roulette with people's lives for the cost of a few tons of grit and snowplough labour.
Brrrrrr! - still thawing!
Steve