Here we are then: the annual, “Do Panic! Don’t drive anywhere, there is at least an inch of snow,” UK weather warning.
Of course, ice and snow is no laughing matter, so it is good that we get some practice in.
Down my way, which is in the middle of nowhere, grit lorries don’t dare stray off the A-roads. However, the local councils do have some yellow grit bins at certain junctions and if you live nearby then it is surely your civic duty to risk life and limb and make a decent job of spreading the salt around. There was only patchy evidence of that this morning as I did the school run.
I had heard that a whole generation of drivers have not even driven in snow, as the last significant cold snap was 1979, although I can remember a few bad years in the ’80s.
But everyone kept their speed down, their distance up and sudden braking/steering to a minimum. It was all going well until I went to fill up at Waitrose.
At the mini roundabout an Astra driver treated it as a ramp in true Eddie the Eagle style. To their credit, they did mouth sorry and smile, despite the look of complete terror as they tried to scrub off some speed in the nearby slush.
Well, I survived that run, but there’s another tonight. Wish me luck and post me some snow chains if you’ve got any spare.