"A fresh amber warning for snow has come into force in the South West, with yellow snow and ice warnings also in place for other parts of the UK into Thursday."
I spotted this sentence on the BBC News website this very evening. Good heavens! Yellow snow! You know what that means don't you? Why can't people simply wait to use a lavatory? (French: pissoir).
The snow that fell upon Sheffield last weekend is still around. Although temperatures have occasionally threatened to bump up above zero, there has not been enough warmth to herald a proper thaw.
Consequently, on the back roads, our pavements (American: sidewalks) are now treacherous. It is not too bad when you are walking on a flat section but on a hill like our street, it is all too easy to slip and potentially fall.
As I said to an old friend I encountered yesterday outside the neighbourhood pharmacy, one fall on an icy pavement can change someone's life forever. Broken hip, cracked ribs, skull fracture - it is all too easily done.
Clint, my faithful Hyundai, has remained parked up on our little driveway since Saturday night. I have had no reason to get him out. Yesterday afternoon, I watched two vehicles skidding like crazy on the bottom section of our road - unable to gain traction on the ice.
I remember one morning thirty years ago, when I drove gingerly down that same section of road on my way to work. In the blink of an eye, the car did a 180° pirouette and I found myself facing up the hill instead of down it. Miraculously, I didn't hit any other vehicles triggering all the insurance rigmarole that that would have caused.
This morning, I woke to a lovely sunset breaking hopefully and rosily over Brincliffe Edge, silhouetting the stand of trees that run along the ridge. I would like to be out there walking with my camera but at present it is prudent to cower indoors waiting for a thaw to come and unfreeze these dangerous paths. Roll on springtime!
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