World of Chig   

6.4.08
Sometimes It Snows In April

It's not often there's an opportunity to use the Prince song title above, which is why I had to take this photo of my front garden at 4.30am today, as I was getting in.

Labels: , , , ,


· link

9.2.07
Gridlock

On a good day, in the Summer, I can drive from my house in Birmingham to Brighton in under four hours. I can be most of the way to Edinburgh in that time too. Tonight, it has taken me that long (3h 45m, to be precise) to drive home from work; a ten mile journey that normally takes 25-35 minutes. It's gridlock city and I am in a foul mood.

The 'funny' thing is, we had excellent advance notice from the Met Office of yesterday's snow, which turned out to be a little less than expected, but the roads were still gritted, traffic stayed away, no problems. There was no more snow forecast for today, In fact, a Five Live reporter confirmed at lunchtime today what I had thought earlier; the Met Office didn't predict any snow across the West Midlands until it was already snowing, about 10:00 this morning. Great! In the end we've had more snow today than yesterday. None of the ten miles of A roads on my journey home have been gritted today by Sandwell or Birmingham councils, so it's a nightmare out there. Cars are crawling and sliding all over the place, in rutted ice, or snow, or slush. It took me over an hour to do the last mile, nearest to the city centre. The constant radio travel reports which kept butting into my radio listening were referring to 25 mile traffic jams, then 40 mile traffic jams, and stationary traffic between ten junctions on Midlands motorways. We're really not very good at coping with a bit of snow, are we?

It's not the first time I've wondered this, but what is the point of weather 'forecasting'? It seems a very hit and miss occupation, to say the least.

Labels: , ,


· link

8.2.07
Snow patrol

I found myself looking out of my bedroom window at around 3am (no snow) and again just after 7am (lots of snow). I dozed off again until around 8am and became aware that children were playing in the snow outside. With a heavy heart, I realised it wasn't quite enough snow to justify not going into work, and so I left the house early and arrived early as there was no problem on the roads at all. (Everyone made it in okay.) The children in my avenue had already built a decent snowperson by the time I stepped out of the house, camera in hand, only to hear one of them shout, "Let's get [Chig]!" Luckily, they were pathetic shots. Only one of their snowballs managed to hit me, and that's because it was from a range of zero feet. I fixed one of the child neighbours with my best Paddington stare, and said, "If you get snow anywhere near this camera..." He looked sheepish, mumbled "okay" and shuffled off, along with his friends. Oh, the power and respect I have amongst the local youngfolk!

Labels:


· link

7.2.07
Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

At least there are some advantages of living in a country where the whole national infrastructure is in danger of collapse at the merest hint of snow. Our manager at work has already acknowledged in an e-mail today that some of us may not be able to get into work tomorrow, so I really hope this predicted heavy snowfall materialises overnight and doesn't turn out to be a false dawn. The chances look good, with Birmingham right at the heart of the '90% chance of disruption' area on a Met Office map that I saw earlier. I love it when it snows and I don't have to go anywhere, so bring it on! Driving ten miles to work will hopefully be far too dangerous to attempt in the morning and I'll be able to go out and take lovely photos of a snow-covered neighbourhood, then watch people moaning all day on the TV news about how the government really should have done something to prevent it. Fingers crossed.

Note to British people: Some countries have snow quite a lot. They manage.

In a well-timed move, the Asda store next to work today had a big stock of traditional looking 'slatted' sledges, for £20 each, plus some cheaper things which were basically plastic trays, but with a bit sticking out of the front for holding on to. This led to a conversation with a colleague where I wondered if my old sledge (which my Dad made) is still in my Mum's shed, twenty miles away. And then I wondered why I was even considering going sledging, when I realised that there are plenty of parks within walking distance of home, but I can't think of anywhere that has even the slightest hill. Damn.

Labels:


· link

Home