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Winter Wonderland
Well it seems that I was wrong. That snow turned up and being London - well, being the UK, actually - everything has ground to a halt. By that I mean EVERYTHING. The Northern Line is suspended between High Barnet and Finchley Central and ALL London buses have been suspended for at least the morning due to adverse weather.
That means that we have been stopped dead by an amount of snow that wouldn't warrant comment in most parts of the world.
Of course, it happens so rarely in the UK and England especially, that apart from gritters, the equipment isn't there. I remember seeing a snow plough when I still lived in Shropshire, but not down here in London. The reality is, of course, that snow-clearing equipment is expensive and it's actually more cost effective to have the place to close down for a day or two every thirty years than it is to buy the sort of equipment that the Swedes and Germans take for granted. They get this every year; we don't. Since there is no public transport today and we don't have a car, Furtle and I will be nipping out for a wander later, I think. I shall take my camera.
In the meantime, here is the view from the living room window and door of the Carpathia:
That means that we have been stopped dead by an amount of snow that wouldn't warrant comment in most parts of the world.
Of course, it happens so rarely in the UK and England especially, that apart from gritters, the equipment isn't there. I remember seeing a snow plough when I still lived in Shropshire, but not down here in London. The reality is, of course, that snow-clearing equipment is expensive and it's actually more cost effective to have the place to close down for a day or two every thirty years than it is to buy the sort of equipment that the Swedes and Germans take for granted. They get this every year; we don't. Since there is no public transport today and we don't have a car, Furtle and I will be nipping out for a wander later, I think. I shall take my camera.
In the meantime, here is the view from the living room window and door of the Carpathia:
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I guess this is because the gritters haven't been out as much as anything, so you don't need much to make driving hazardous.
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Where the A34 passes under the M4, the gritters forgot a bit. It was the one bit of my journey down which actually felt treacherous.