I just had to report on my epic journey in this snowy UK weather. I am not one to be flustered by snow, and living up in the Highlands of Scotland we are used to a fair 'pile' when it snows. In fact, on Saturday we had 16 inches on the day. However on Sunday I decided, in my wisdom, to make my way down to Glasgow for work (only 150 miles away). The journey takes three hours (don't worry, I don't do it every day -- I usually stay for a few days).
Anyway, I set off, got halfway into my journey and the Police closed the road South due to snow. After a few hours and no prospect of the road re-opening I thought I would just come back North but no, they had closed the roads North too. I'll save all the detail but for the next 15 hours I sat in the car, along with hundreds of other cars, in temperatures below zero. They finally opened the road and we had to follow a snow plough for 40 miles as it worked through the snow.
In total my three hour journey took 25 hours. Not something I wish to repeat again.
I'm not moaning -- I know they close the roads for peoples safety, and I am sure they did all they could to get the main roads opened again as quickly as they could.
I almost kissed the ground when I arrived at my destination -- somewhat dishevelled, in need of food and a good sleep
(please ignore my recent PM as I hadn't read this post), at least you're home and OK
