Welcome to Narnia. Yes it is entirely my fault that we have fallen back into the freezer quite so spectacularly – I should never have left the house and tried to live a normal life at the weekend, I am a jinx!
Got seriously over excited yesterday when the school bus made it up Waltons Mountain. Packed daughter off with a touch of releif to say the least.
Alas that was short lived, within half an hour the snow was on us again. Great big fluffy flakes whirling and dodging, filling the sky and adding to the foot of the stuff still lurking all around.
Text call from Idgy "Snowing heavy, what should I do?", I decide to do the only decent thing and drive down to town to get her. First things first, did out Buggles. Now Buggles is a game girl but even she has to draw the line sometimes, she is determined not to leave her parking spot. In fact she is clinging like a limpet and won't move an inch. Time for the snow spade and and the garden hoe. Buggles clings on then eventually decides to give in and let me go.
We head for Stewarton. The lanes are solid with snow and the bug is skittering about all over the place. My teeth are gritted and I am sporting the expression of a woman on a mission.
It looks like I am driving into a Doctor Who vortex, the snow is swirling everywhere, the sky is white and the ground is white. It is difficult to know what's what and where you are.
I make it to town and collect Idgy from School. She of course is thoroughly overexcited by all this new snow. needless to say I am not.
Have coffee and catch up with the boys at the antiques shop, grab more food from the super market, and hey ho we are on the road home again.
By now the road has completely disapeared, Buggles is struggling for traction, I am struggling for sanity and calm.
We make it to the next door farm where I got stuck before. I am determined to get up the hill. I will not be defeated. I point buggles at the first drop and gun the engine, we fly down the hill, a white knuckle ride all the way. Will we have enough oomph to get the gal up the other side? I keep foot on the gas and go for it. Buggles screams in protest, she wavers near the top. Idgy and I lean forward as if we are helping a horse carry us up a hill. We shriek and urge the Bug on. With a last effort and a sudden bounce the Bug crests the hill.
Wowza, we've done it, on the home straight we slither home.
So here we are, back on Walton's mountain/Narnia. I'm meant to be on TV this afternoon showing people how to deal with hangovers. I'm watching the sky, I'm checking the weather, I'll do my damndest to get to Glasgow…..
Keep warm, keep safe,