The UK winter in West Sussex, travel disruption
Well I must admit coming off the back of the wettest year in
UK recorded history in 2012, no one has much hope for 2013. In fact most people I know have been planning
sunny escapes for some time now, and I have even been diagnosed with a vitamin D
deficiency. Which apparently has to do
with not getting enough sun, or beer, not sure which one so I have been trying
to remedy both.
UK Dealing with weather?
Anyway, yesterday the 11th March we had quite a
nice forecast for the weather “some snow showers which would continue overnight”
and we would get “an accumulation of snow of approx. 5-10cm”. Even for us in the UK this is manageable, unless
you use public transport, or drive, the trains obviously do not work and by
foot can be slippy, but we cope.
Oh boy from a driving perspective, what as usual our
government agencies forgot to do was to a) grit the roads in time and b) not
take into account the wind, which was if I’m honest was pretty bad given the 5
days warning they had.
So, after a 2 hour journey 22 miles from Crawley to
Littleworth West Sussex on the Monday evening, travelling on icy and snowy roads,
on a route which at best is 35 minutes I found the whole experience exciting! I went to bed later that night after a quick vitamin
D fix in the local (yes Americans I live near an English pub in England which is
not Irish and no not a sun bed in sight, that’s for my buddies in Florida who
are always taking me to Irish pubs in Florida?), knowing the next day I was
likely to need more Larry miles to get me to work I got excited.
Some people must have been really excited about their journey
home from Crawley to Brighton that night, so exciting that quite a few people
decided to spend all night on the A23 south to Brighton taking 11 hours to do a
40 minute journey. This must have been a
super really exciting media hip special thing to do, even minor celebrities like
Cheryl Baker from Bucks Fizz joined in/got stuck in her car, shame (insert sympathy
here if you can). This even made the
national news. I can see the headline “Bucks Fizz on Ice”.
My trip to work.
So my trip to work today was always going to be
special. I woke up at 6am, I’m using
woke up loosely. Looked out the window
and was quite disappointed that we did not have 2 foot of snow everywhere I was
hoping for; but cunningly Mother Nature did use the 5-10cm wisely. Do you like how interchangeable Metric and
Imperial measurements are? What she had
done is to take the little amount we had, and by using the power of wind
deposit it in nice playful banks everywhere.
Excited Larry |
So, I went to the car, now this is where it gets sad. Larry to me is a car with a personality and I
like to think he is a playful thing furry and fun. I also have a Labradoodle who is a playful
thing, furry and fun, so I like to think that this morning Larry was looking
around the same way Frodo does when we play chucky stick a complex game of finding
a stick and chucking it away, Frodo then gets it and brings it back. Some would consider this as retrieving, he is
not a Retriever and I don’t want to call it Doodling, this does feel right and implies
some form of artistic skill. A dog is
not an artist.
This is where my specific metaphor works, Larry was as happy
as a Labradoodle playing chucky stick.
There, done, in my little mind that describes it perfectly; I will now
wait for the men in white coats.........................................................................
Ok they
are not here, that was just how exciting the drive was going to be.
So I set off to work, nothing really special 2-8ft drifts on
the roads, my route was to be the A272 – A281 – Devils Dyke and to the
office. Now parts of the A272 – A281
were shut, not going to discuss the Devils Dyke, but let’s say it was worse.
Local roads |
I did take all the precautions you need to on this type of
trip in such snow. I went to the Petrol station shoved some Diesel in Larry and
bought some extra strong mints. I did
however forget to get a rope, spade and sleeping bag, snow chains, flashing
yellow light, CB radio and food, sweets and anything that could have even possibly
been useful if I got stuck. I even wore
cotton summer trousers, beat that Ray Mears.
Minor Drifts |
All was well; I had fun driving on icy snowy roads and then
the 180 meter climb (sounds more in feet) to the top of the dyke.
Now a bit about the dyke I nicked this from the visitor’s
website.
“A legendary beauty spot on the
South Downs
Devil’s Dyke, just five miles
north of Brighton, offers stunning panoramas, a record breaking valley, a
curious history and England’s most colourful habitat.
At nearly a mile long, the Dyke valley
is the longest, deepest and widest 'dry valley' in the UK. Legend has it that
the Devil dug this chasm to drown the parishioners of the Weald. On the other
hand, scientists believe it was formed naturally just over 10,000 years ago in
the last ice age.”
Not today it wasn’t, a beauty spot that is; I pulled into the layby to take a
couple of pictures of the snow, yes white on white, no polar bears. I started talking to another guy with his
4x4, I’m going to call him Bob, that was not his name, but I did not ask him
his name either, so he may or may not be Bob.
View form the layby |
He asked me if I “was going up there” and let me know that a
couple of Polish guys in a van were trying to get to Brighton heading south,
not normal for Polish guys they normally head north in the UK. Apparently Bob had turned around when his
car, an inferior make of 4x4, could not go any further and he even had to use
low ratio to go off road.
Anyway, we
chatted for a few minutes giggling about the snow, and wondering if the Polish
guys were by now stuck and guess what!
The Polish guys appeared waved and headed north towards Crawley. That reassured me not because they were ok,
but because Polish people in white vans going north in the UK feels like the
norm now. No doubt they will be picking
veg, whenever. I’m sorry, that was
stereotypical.
The Range Rover
Off we go, snow getting worse, drifts getting
deeper, cars abandoned, and would you Adam and Eve it, a RANGE ROVER stuck in
the snow.
Stuck but smiling, grrrr |
I did the honourable thing
wound down my window asked quietly if he was ok, assumed he said yes, I parked
the car and then took pictures of him digging his RANGE ROVER 2011 out where my
Land Rover 1998 had driven past.
Ha ha
ha ha ha ha, oh yes, I high fived Larry I did (he even lifted his front tyre to do this), yes. Ok enough of Yoda.
So, was it a good drive today, yes, was I being sensible,
no. Did the Rage Rover and his mate who
turned up in a Disco 4 get out? Who
cares, but they should have both had winter rated tyres like me.
More pictures.
More pictures.