I woke up early this morning knowing that when I went to bed the snow was NOT sticking. I had decided not to move my car to the main road because of this. I had a planned on driving to Bangor and then training it to school as a few drinks were to be consumed at the staff xmas do. I was dressed ready to walk in snow with school work clothes, presents and lunches packed.
Out the front door meant stepping into 6-10 inches of snow. Oh, this could be interesting. The road is normal well gritted, but according to a neighbour the snow plough had been through at 4.30, only 1.5hours earlier. The road had 6inches of powder on it and there were no signs of traffic, no footprints, just white...my first thought was WOW, skiing. Second thought, how the hell am i getting down there, a quick jog about the road made me think that with the chains on i would be fine, a 4x4 came past coping well but still a little slide on a tight corner made me wonder, a fiesta was heading towards me with the front wheel pointing one way and the car pointing another, it wasnt looking good, and it wasn't as it clipped the wall on the way down. my mind was made up. No school for me.
I started clearing the drive a little as i knew the snow plough would be back but i would still have to get to the road, a good 50m from our house. A few neighbours were starting to emerge so with my best welsh i said hello...and introduced myself, i think they appreciated the effort but we spoke English from then on. after a wander down the road i decided i probably should have got my car out with the chains on before everyone else chucked their cars down, there is no hard pack snow across the road all the way down.
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Its lunchtimes now and i have just measure 10inches in the garden!!
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