Tuesday, 27th of February
Thar’s a storm blowin’ round yonder fields. It’s even got a name: the Beast from the East! I’m not even making this stuff up y’all. Scotrail has cancelled trains preemptively for tomorrow when the worst of it is expected, leaving me happy as a clam with my day off plans (ie: nothing) and curious as to whether or not Haitham will make it in to work. We shall see!!
It’s okay though, because a whole host of gritters are traversing the motorways of the U.K. as we speak. And some of them have absolutely hilarious names. One of my favourites is obviously Gritty Gritty Bang Bang.
Here’s a selfie I got after running back under cover as the madness began at work. Scarf on the head as you do, goofy ass look on the face for scale.
Wednesday, 28th of February
How fortunate for me that my day off happened to land at the exact same time as the Beast from the East decided to unleash holy snowy terror on the U.K.? Super fucking fortunate! (Especially based on my coworker’s instagram story of him shoveling snow in the car park. Thanks, but no.)
What a rollercoaster the day was. I did some housekeeping before suiting up to battle my way into Linlithgow to meet fellow adventurer Krista for some snowy wanders. However, her train was cancelled, more were abandoning ship around us, and my face and hands were going numb before I even walked more than a few yards from the house. Even the poor gulls normally winging their way above the canal were hunkered down, either floating in the water or trying to avoid the wind on the ice. Needless to say it was a short phone call between us where we came to the mutual decision to take a wee rain check.
Quite a lot of my entertainment through the day was watching outside the windows… I fed the birds about four times during the day, bless their wee hearts! The blackbirds in particular are about 500x their normal size to keep warm with feathers floofed, making them look particularly rotund. And from another window I could watch cars attempting the run up to cross the bridge over the canal. There’s a traffic light there on an incline, so if you catch it at red, well, you’re gonna have a bad time. Watching cars reverse/slide back down the hill, eventually giving up to park alongside the canal–free entertainment at its best! (Although I can’t say much, having slid off the road on that particular stretch myself in better weather!!)
Here’s the ones that had already given up, parked below the bridge.
What a holy glory mess.
Here’s what it looked like the vast majority of the day into the night.
Thursday, 1st of March
Work was cancelled today!!! CAN YA SAY ‘OH HELL YES’ WITH ME??? Also, can you say, “Are you fucking kidding me is this actually March?” So much like coming in like a lamb, eh?
I didn’t accomplish much on this snow day. However I did make the trek to the nearby Tesco to try and get some essentials (more than Haitham can say as he refuses to go tromping). Along the way I was joined by a throng of others also trudging down the canal path to fetch their goods. Nothing like a snow storm to bring folks together eh??
The best bit was the state of Tesco that I witnessed inside.
No bread, onto the last jugs of milk, and the queues were practically out the door! Shoo wee. As I snuck in to grab one of the last four 2L jugs of milk, two guys were standing in front of the leftovers shaking their heads. “Dire times, guys,” I said as I grabbed a milk.
“Oh aye,” said one of the lads, “I suppose it’ll do for a cuppa.”
Oh, how I love the Scots. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Here’s a nice B&W Google photos edit of the backyard. Complete with all the blackbirds that have taken over. It was only this year that I realised that it was the U.K. blackbird that the Beatles were singing about. Shameful, I know. When I told this to Haitham he said, “What bird did you think that was singing in the song?”