The last weekend before Christmas, so much to do. Unfortunately the snow thought otherwise. I got caught out while driving on Saturday morning, it started snowing heavily and got heavier by the minute. Next thing I was driving through a blizzard. All the traffic ground to a grid lock halt, creeping along. My car is an auto and rear wheel drive, neither of which are ideal for these conditions. My car started to slide around at anything faster than a snails pace so I crept forward pretty much without using the accelerator, or just barely touching it. In any case, nothing was moving particularly quickly. I found the oncoming traffic in the narrow residential roads unnerving, particularly as I couldn’t predict if either they or I would skew sideways. Made it to the beginning of a dual carriageway, the most direct route home. As I approached from the roundabout I could see a couple of cars side by side sliding around on the slight incline. Oh brother. They took ages, spinning wheels, sliding around. Eventually a kind passing walker aided one with a push that got them going. My turn. I knew I would have trouble on an incline having watched them. Panic is just below the edge. I kept my nerve, kept the wheels turning, crept forward slowly and by a miracle made it up the slope. I just prayed no-one would try and get past me in their 4×4! By this time the leading cars had disappeared and there I was alone on this dual carriageway in a blizzard. I could just make out the vehicles behind me, also having a hard time ascending the little slope. A most scary experience. Eventually caught up with the leaders, and decided that the shortest route home was up two steep hills so wrote that off as foolhardy. Then joined the queue trying to get onto the motorway. I had just one junction and I would be almost home. It took almost half an hour of creep, stop, creep to eventually get on the 3-lane. Traffic got snarled up at the roundabout. One Fedex truck bumped up the kerb, took a short cut across the grass and down the kerb onto the ramp for the motorway. My car is pretty low to the ground so I was definitely not going to risk that. The motorway was pretty clear in my direction, although at a standstill on the opposite side. Got up the exit ramp without trouble, although at no more than 17mph all the way, but when I was about 500 yards from home my nerve went. The road surface became like an ice rink. I needed to cross the traffic in order to get to my drive. I pulled up almost opposite and waited, like a wimp, for my husband to come out and do the final bit.
I had my pocket digi with me, this was the first opportunity I felt able to get it out and take a picture from inside the car. It had stopped snowing at this point. It had taken me an hour and a half to do a journey that normally takes 15 minutes. I was glad to get indoors and have a hot coffee.
Needless to say there’s been no football and its too cold even to think about going out. At the last evening match, for the first time I can remember I had to change batteries in the camera during the match. I have never had to do that before. I bought a new battery in time for the Tuesday match, but even that didn’t last. Must be the cold. I kept them in my coat pocket but that didn’t help.