A huge mistake?
First thing this morning, there was absolutely no snow at all in the Cambridge area. Fuck all.
The paths were clear, the roads were well gritted and almost dry in places. The kids, due back to school tomorrow, were devastated.
So, with a heavy heart, and trying to ignore the thought that everyone else in England is probably still in bed, CF set off on the commute to London.
The train set off from a dry station, only a few minutes behind schedule.
By the time the train got to Bishops Stortford, a few miles south, there was 3-4 inches of snow on the ground.
By Harlow, it was snowing.
Now, out of the train window, everything is covered in a thick blanket of the fucking stuff.
So now, what to do? What to do? What the fuck to do?
Press on, at risk of being stuck on the train, or stuck in London?
Jump off at an intermediate station and head back North?
Fuck it.
Was setting off this morning a huge mistake, or what?
_
The paths were clear, the roads were well gritted and almost dry in places. The kids, due back to school tomorrow, were devastated.
So, with a heavy heart, and trying to ignore the thought that everyone else in England is probably still in bed, CF set off on the commute to London.
The train set off from a dry station, only a few minutes behind schedule.
By the time the train got to Bishops Stortford, a few miles south, there was 3-4 inches of snow on the ground.
By Harlow, it was snowing.
Now, out of the train window, everything is covered in a thick blanket of the fucking stuff.
So now, what to do? What to do? What the fuck to do?
Press on, at risk of being stuck on the train, or stuck in London?
Jump off at an intermediate station and head back North?
Fuck it.
Was setting off this morning a huge mistake, or what?
_
