I love it when it snows, well usually I love it. We were on a family day out celebrating a birthday on Sunday, when the weather decided to turn. Driving home after a lovely but wet day in Hebden Bridge, the rain turned to sleet, and then quite quickly to snow! The excitement in the car was palpable to say the least, but then it turned back to rain the hills became green again, and every one went quiet. But then a few miles on we began to rise up onto the moors the sleet returned, and then the snow, lots of it, and it didn’t feel exciting any more. Normally I quite like driving, but when the road has gone white and shows very obvious skid marks in the white stuff, of cars that have gone this way just before me, I am not happy. In fact I am quite worried, there I am, driving with my two beloved offspring in the car, the eldest celebrating his birthday, and one false move on that slippery icy white road and we could have been in a ditch. I crept home with several cars behind me. It took a little longer than usual, but boy, was I glad to be back home.
The snow was’nt that deep in the end, but it was enough to make me very cautious, and the next day we were able to relax and enjoy it, and yes, it did look lovely.