Yesterday I was in London, got the train back to Macclesfield the the roads and pavements were dry and clear so I set off on the 30 minute drive home, as I started climbing the road started to get a bit worse then every now and then there were simply huge drifts. At 9pm I finally got stuck no way forward or back so had to sit it out for the tractors coming to clear it out in the morning. No drama, it's camper van with half a tank of diesel a gas stove food, sadly no sleeping bag, hey go musty in the cupboards so I don't keep them in there. I scrabbled around and collected up all the insulating material I could find to make a bed and got my head down. I was woken up by a couple of very youthful police who seemed quite sure I was going to die if I stayed in the vehicle. I explained that was unlikely, that there was a house 250 yards away if things did get tough and that if I left the vehicle it would be a right pain for the folk when they came to clear in the morning. They recorded in their books that they had advised me to leave with them and I refused.
sure enough in the morning I was dug out as they were clearing the road.
it was a fair depth for UK in March
I drove round looking ta all the lower routes but all roads leading toward Edale were blocked so II headed back toward Manchester dumped the van and got the train. In Edale the drifts are pretty impressive, this is the main road right outside my house.
What surprises me is first that folk seem to think I was in some sort of danger, I am sure it is possible to come to grief in such circumstances but you would have to be pretty dim. The other thing folk think is that it must have been a horrible experience. I found it exactly the oposite in every way, exciting, memorable interaction with nature I simply can't see how anyone could see that as being unpleasant.
sure enough in the morning I was dug out as they were clearing the road.
it was a fair depth for UK in March
I drove round looking ta all the lower routes but all roads leading toward Edale were blocked so II headed back toward Manchester dumped the van and got the train. In Edale the drifts are pretty impressive, this is the main road right outside my house.
What surprises me is first that folk seem to think I was in some sort of danger, I am sure it is possible to come to grief in such circumstances but you would have to be pretty dim. The other thing folk think is that it must have been a horrible experience. I found it exactly the oposite in every way, exciting, memorable interaction with nature I simply can't see how anyone could see that as being unpleasant.