43 y/o when i got mine lol and i only did it because i'd got Kenny, not because i was particularly fussed about owning a car. If i didn't have dogs i'd still be riding in January (that's my excuse anyway).
The weather did make this weekend far more challenging than expected. My lad has just brought a house in Charlbury, the plan for this weekend was for my youngest lad and myself to go up Saturday morning, spend all day laying Laminate flooring and other jobs, then help them move out of their rented place in Chipping Norton on Sunday using my Discovery and a van he’d hired. Saturday went well, loaded the Disco up with every tool and power tool I thought we might need from the garage, traffic was light and had most of the day and evening working. However it was already snowing quite hard on the journey to Chippy in the evening, and we woke up Sunday morning to @2” of snow. Glorious scenery wise in the Cotswolds obviously, and had I been up there walking I’d have been over the moon, but we struggled to even move the van so didn’t really get started until lunchtime, then had to slosh through slush and puddles in the rain to move everything. The worst bit was the journey back home down the A34 late yesterday evening. Wind, Heavy Rain, lots of standing water, too many idiots on the road, and far too much concentration required from an exhausted old man. We got home safe despite the nutters on the road. I wouldn’t have wanted to do that trip in anything but my Discovery last night.
Send me a weather warning when this is on the way not a half inch of sludge and 48 hours of pissing rain pls.
We had some rain down here, then it got quite windy, then more rain, but seeing as I can usually count on one hand the number of times I have to defrost the van of a winter it’s hardly surprising?
I'd rather have snow days & bright sunshine than rainy, gloomy, grey winteryness. Don't get many snow days down here in Bristol so I had a little smile as I opened the curtains this morning
hmm, maybee not. I found this beautiful Scottish winter poem. 'Winter', by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre Fuck me...! It's cauld...!
