Oh S-no-w!

Yesterday, I went to Chester with my parents. I bought an embroidery thread kit and a hairband and spent several unsuccessful hours searching for a cheap pair of brown brogues. Everything was just fine. Then it came to the return journey and all of a sudden it was a snow fest. Usual duration, Chester to Colwyn Bay: 45 minutes, max. ETA yesterday: 5 hours later. My dad drove an average of 10mph the whole way home, yet still we slipped and we slid all over the place. At one point I had a nap under a pile of coats while we waited for the road to clear. And nor was this our first snow-based calamity of the holiday. On the way back from Durham last week we were stuck on the snowbound A66 for a good hour or so, before we were able to brave the ice and the wind of the moors. We almost had an over night adventure in Penrith. Snow is perfect when there's a warm pair of mittens to wear and a snowman to build and a crackling fire to return home to, but when you're driving home on a dark and stormy night and people are abandoning their cars left, right and centre it's not so fun. More Day After Tomorrow. Hopefully a little igloo building will make things better today though :)