Thursday, 2 December 2010
It's only December 2nd, it's going to be a long winter.
Day three of the horrid weather!
Today I was supposed to go over to where I work to go out for Christmas lunch with 'the girls' The snow had other ideas and hasn't stopped since I cleaned the drive off at 8am! So my lovely turkey dinner isn't going to happen, and I love turkey dinners!
What has got to happen is I've got to put my rucksack on my back and walk down to the nearest shop to get some supplies, milk and potatoes being the two I really need.
It's not that other cars aren't driving out, they are, despite the snow on the road. But I have a summer car, a lovely little convertible that everyday of the year when there isn't any snow or ice I love to bits. But right now it's as much use as a chocolate teapot!
And although I will get it out and drive it, hopefully tomorrow, there is no point in putting myself at risk needlessly. I did some fine skids last year and was lucky I got away with them without smashing my car.
I do accept that it all looks beautiful and will no doubt carry on taking lovely photos of it, but the terror that snow and ice fills me with is difficult to deal with.
I know exactly why I've got this fear as well. In that when I first moved to this part of the world I lived up in the hills in the derelict farmhouse and barn with my sister and her family. We learnt very quickly about getting snowed in. The house was down a half mile track from the country lane above it. To begin with we didn't have any four wheel cars, we soon got them! But I used to park my car up on the lane in the winter and walk the then three small children up each morning to do the school run.
The year I was expecting Alex we got cut off completely for a while which was very frightening. Trying to be vigilant about weather forecasts and make sure supplies were up to speed was always a a challenge.
Then there were the times that I would drive back from work in the snow and have to pick up all the children from their various schools and more often or not have to negotiate getting stuck and not show the kids my state of panic.
So now I live in a far more civilised place on an estate but the road still gets iced up and I still get frightened.
Hey ho and it's only the 2nd of December. When I went through this last year I was determined to move to Devon, which hasn't happened. I've come to terms with that, but to add this weather fear back into the equation, it's mighty hard work.
Oh well there's always next spring to sell my house!