After this week’s unexpectedly bad snow fall, I’ve been taught a number of things.
1) You can never rely on a medium range weather forecast, let alone a long range forecast. I sort of knew this before, but I’m certain of it now. I’d booked a room in the Lake District on Friday night to do two more walks for the book, and was looking forward to having checked the weather on Wednesday. It predicted drizzle in the Peak District, near to where I live, and light rain in the Lake District on Friday, just cloudy on Saturday. Just 24 hours later this had changed to wall-to-wall snow. Not just a little bit, either. We were literally up to our knees in it. So it’s obvious that there is not the technology nor the scientific models to get this right.
2) Mountain Rescue volunteers are legends. Last Tuesday, a couple of men from Edale Mountain Rescue did a talk at my son’s Beavers meeting. The youngsters loved it. The message at the end was simple: they hoped they wouldn’t have to see them again in an emergency situation. But plenty of people did have to call them out in the snowfall. The Tweets I have read over the last couple of days from MRTs across the country have only reinforced my respect for them, with them helping people who got caught out in the sudden and, by some at least, unexpected downfall. Whether it be helping residents in Penistone, South Yorkshire, or those stuck on the A595 where I was due to be driving along, hats off to them all!
3) People get wound up by the most ridiculous things when the snow falls. I went to the village newspaper shop and there was a pensioner going crazy because the papers couldn’t get through. I also chuckle at people who take to their snow shovels at the first sign of the white stuff to clear their drives, even though more is forecase and, in some cases, they have no cars. My theory is that their kids have grown up and they need an excuse to go out and play in the snow.
So, next job is to re-book the Lakes weekend. And not check the long-term weather.