I watched the weather forecast last night before going to bed as I wanted to know what to expect on my early start the next day. It was the first time I’d worked on a saturday morning for quite some time and since moving to my new rural residence it would be a first. I had to know what the weather was going to be like for when I set out at 6.45am. The forecast wasn’t good and I hoped they’d got it wrong, or at the very least it wasn’t going to be as bad as they said.
I was wrong.
As I started the car the sleet was coming down and probably had been for about an hour. As the forecast had predicted we were in for some sleet and snow. I reached the top of the moors and drove into a blizzard, the wind was blowing snow horizontally, straight at me and the mist was lying quite thickly everywhere so visibility was down to a few feet. Being probably only the second or third person to venture out on these untreated roads was not the most pleasant experience I’ve had in recent times and by the time I’d driven through it all to reach Leek my body was coming down from the adrenalin rush of navigating hairpin bends, skidding down untreated roads with a hair raising drop offs at the side and generally wishing I worn my corderoy trousers that morning.
Having said that, I got to work unscathed and on time which, when I was going through the worst of it I’d have said would have been a miracle.
Later on in the morning I heard on the local news that two lorries had jack knifed on similar roads in that location and had blocked it off for most of the day, so I consider myself extremely lucky. Someone up there must have been looking out for me, thanks whoever you are and keep up the good work.
That’s all for now,
see you soon,