Well the morning after the night before, 3 foot drifts around our place and near white out conditions with a blizzard blowing. Managed to clear a path to plant room to make sure heating is working okay but next to no chance of getting out the front onto the lane way..... Still snowing and still on status Red with more to follow for next 24 hours or so. Expect some flooding when it does eventually melt...... Never seen anything like it in my life time......
I’m sure you have http://home.bt.com/news/uk-news/in-pictures-when-were-britains-worst-winters-11364131064773
Not really Stan, not snow to the depth that we have at the moment...... I was too young to remember the 1963 freeze....... The ones in the 70's & 80's I was either in London or Berkshire and we didn't get the continuous snow fall that we have at the moment, yes it was cold and yes the snow that fell froze causing ice rink conditions..... In 2009 and 2010, we had some snow but again it was only a one off fall which then froze causing most of the problems... At the moment we've had approaching 48 hours of continuous snow fall with more to come, plants in our garden that are 3 foot tall are completely buried. I'll see if I can post some piccies later.....
I was at university in Durham in 1981/82. Seemed like it was freezing cold with deep snow for months. Had to break the ice in the toilet in the terraced house which I shared. But the coldest I have ever been was as a result of sitting on the frozen River Wear with 7 other blokes and a girl pretending to be a rowing eight (the girl was the cox). Of course the ice broke. Things shrivel just with the memory. I think the key with the other cold winters has been the duration. The current carnage should be over soon.
Just remembered something else from the 81/82 winter. Got a lift back home from Durham to London for the Christmas break with Simon Hughes, the Middlesex cricketer and now the ‘analyst’ who I knew well in those days, though long since lost touch. We broke the journey at another mates in Wakefield. Being mature grown ups of course we were chucking snowballs around in his front garden, when our host (thank god it wasn’t me) chucked a ball which smashed his living room window. At the precise moment his dad walked round the corner. The first and only time I have witnessed a man remove his hat (a rather fine trilby if I recall correctly) from his head and jump up and down on it. We were banished to the pub. Some excellent pub crawls in Wakefield in those days, The Swan With Two Necks a favourite. The next day our host was reversing his dads car out of the drive so we could get out and took most of the paint off one side against the gatepost. We didn’t hang around to witness the consequences.
That was cruel, it went on for most of January and February from what I recall. I remember bringing the milk in and the cream had popped through the tops of the bottles where it had frozen. There was ice on the inside of our windows. It was coal fires in those days and I remember shivering for the first half hour every morning until the fire was set and then just huddling around it for ages. I always seemed to have shoes that let melted snow seep into them, I'm surprised I didn't end up with trench foot...
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.... Thankfully the main roads are clear at the moment and we can gingerly get out and about
Sent everyone home from work at 12:30 yesterday to beat the red warning, still took some 5 hrs to travel ten miles and then they had to complete journey on foot. We decided to keep it closed this morning as roads treacherous. Some of our techs on call in case of gritter breakdowns, how they’d get to them I’m not quite sure. 6 inches of lying snow, crusted by by the freezing rain that came down this morning, snowing again now. Have a workshop full of HGV’s in need of repair, going to be manic next week!
Quite a bit of snow here in the midlands, not far from Brum. A bit more expected through the night too so tomorrows match could be thoroughly cold and unpleasant for the travelling fans
Just dropped my daughter off at a party in this part of the world. Roads eerily quiet, but 50% of the drivers still driving like twats. What’s the ****ing hurry and don’t drive up my arse when you have no idea what the braking distance is, or even whether you can brake in a straight line, on compacted snow! Still, always fun watching the BMWs out there with the drive train of hooligans and psychopaths.
Not a great photo as those scenes were shot indoors at Elstree, snow is all fake. I have a good friend who worked on the film and he let me watch some of the filming including the maze scene in the studio. His back garden is now resplendent with some of the trees/bushes from the maze.
