Aargh!

Kicking myself today as I was so busy yesterday,I forgot to take photos and then forgot to blog! But here’s a quick update.

Travelled to Leeds today, but as I got up this morning, listening to the radio, I tuned into the weather reports. Initially it was snow on the higher ground of Wales, the Peak District and the Yorkshire Dales, but then Leeds kept being mentioned with the M62 and A1. I checked in with a friend who sent me a photo of a street in North Leeds at 8am, showing deep snow that had fallen within a 2 hour window. Hells Bells.

I left at lunchtime with a couple of warnings of being careful around Skipton ringing in my ears. There’s wasn’t a single flake in my little corner of England except trapped piles of old snow from last week’s “Beast from the East” episode, caught behind dry stone walls and shady cols. I swept past Skipton and through Ilkley with vast green fields and dry roads, passing grubby heaps of unmelted drifted snow on the roadside. I was beginning to scoff when just west of Otley, the fields were suddenly covered in the white stuff, the roads were slushy and the hills blanketed. Wow. It was almost if a solitary cloud had dumped it just on Leeds and this cloud had its own parameters.

The sun was out and it was a balmy 6 degrees, so the snow as rapidly melting and soaking everything. By teatime it was a different world with only a hint of the chaos of that morning. The only thing that stuck out was the haphazard parking of the early morning commuters who had abandoned any attempt to park their car parallel with the kerb that morning and had left a trail of cars with their backends sticking out, the front ends in danger of being clipped or just left in the middle of the carriageway, about three foot from the kerb. It looked like the zombie apocalypse had arrived. No, just commuters who can’t deal with 3cm of snow on the road! That’s why I love this crazy country of mine.

8am this morning on a main road in Leeds. At 6am there hadn’t been a flake of snow. The red faced weather forecasters hadn’t expected it to fall on lower levels and definitely not on Leeds.

Author: apathtosomewhere

Come with me and my dog on my meanderings around northern England and further afield, encountering all walks of life and everything in between!

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