Yesterday a friend of mine was ‘installed’ as a lay Cannon at Liverpool Cathedral – a ceremony we (my GF and I) were invited to attend.
Needless to say the local weather had other plans and deposited an amount of snow anyone over the age of 30 will remember from their childhood.

This initially had the effect of destroying my night out with some girlie friends of mine and possibly of the Liverpudlian odyssey.

Come the morn of Sunday – bright and early – we braved the roads of Yorkshire in a valiant attempt to venture in to the unholy lands, west of ‘t Pennines.
Oddly, at some ungodly hour on Sunday (about 9:00 am! ) the traffic was light and we made good time – much fun being had when trying to overtake old people doing 30 mph on major roads – the outside lane was simply a river of ice.

Arrived at the Cathedral in good time and watched my friend being bedecked in an amusingly ecclesiastical cloak (she’s quite short and looked kinda like a Hobbit in a duvet! ). Got fed the second turkey dinner of the festive period. Said hellos to friends long unseen and chatted for a while. Once again braved the roads.

This time things were different…

The old Sat Nav, decided that the traffic on the M62 was going to give us a boring and mundane, slow trip home and rerouted us through Oldham and on to the non-motorway route home. This being over the Pennines through some little known villages.
“Oh what fun it is to ride in an Audi with very little directional control, up and down a bloomin’ big hill, with poor visibility, IN FRONT of a snow plough, with great drops down the side of the car on one side or the other”. (fit that one into the ‘Jingle Bells’ tune if you can )
Oddly enough we actually made it home, in one piece, not missing bits due to frostbite!

Ironically, I watched a nutter in a 4×4 slide off the road into a snow drift today!
Oh how I laughed…

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