The composer of “White Christmas”, I was told as a kid, lived in California. It’s for sure he didn’t live in Wales!
The whole of our land is struggling to keep going under this blanket of ice and snow. Shops are complaining that there’s no “Christmas rush”, and businesses are having to cope with many staff absentees.
A couple of nights ago, the temperature in Capel Curig, Snowdonia, went down to minus-seventeen, and was under minus-fifteen last night (that’s Celsius, of course).
Here in the village, the roads are sloppy with slush during this temporary thaw. When the frost comes tonight, it will be dangerous even to try leaving one’s home – though doubtless some daft bats will try to do so.
I heard this morning that police in Aberystwyth are stopping motorists who have snow on their car-roofs – apparently, that’s illegal. They’re checking windscreen-nozzles, too: there seems to be a sixty pounds fine if those nozzles are frozen up!
We have abandoned plans to go over to see Liz and her family up in Devil’s Bridge over Christmas and Boxing Day. It seems that the snow is to return, and they couldn’t get off their little estate this morning to take Ceri for her pregnancy-scan (reappointed for 11th January).
And I can’t see us getting to Aber to shop until at least the middle of next week.
Today, we’ve reached the Solstice and, eventually, we shall notice that there’s a bit more daylight, which should chuff us all out of our “Winter blues”. February, I noticed from my cabbying days, was when one properly noticed the earlier dawns.
The only way to cope with the current weather conditions is to prepare in advance. Indeed, perhaps we should, as a nation, be encouraged to prepare our homes for all sorts of sudden emergencies, whether they occur in Winter or Summer.
Good job we still have a village-shop. I’ve already stocked up on chocolate . . . just in case . . .
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