I have to say, this car is not covering itself with glory this week. I was bloody lucky to get home at all last night, as the further south I went on the A702 the worse it got. From Nine Mile Burn on was hell on wheels. To be fair, the car was fine on the main road even though by Carlops this was completely covered with snow, verge to verge, and I was just following the tracks of the vehicles in front.
I had to do a lot of digging to get anywhere near my garage, and despite cat litter and screenwash on the driveway (everybody is out of road salt), the wheels were spinning madly and I had to get a push from neighbours to get the car in, even though the drive is pretty much flat. Everybody is shouting "high gear" and "put it in second", and I can't.
Today I went nowhere. Most of the cars moving in the village were Chelsea Tractors, or Land Rovers. The main road was open but very slushy, but getting to the main road was a different matter. My laboriously-dug drive was covered again (to be honest I had only cleared two tyre-tracks, it was all I could really manage, and the height of the snow in the middle was above the clearance of the car.) The council had ploughed our road, just a single track up the middle, but of course they'd ploughed the driveways shut too. And the country road we open on to wasn't ploughed (can't think why).
So I had to use my computer to work from home, which was fairly successful. May have to do the same tomorrow.
Whatever this car is, it's no use in this weather. But do I want an SUV just for a week every 10 years or so?
At least the car is safe in the garage and not abandoned by a roadside. I hear that a woman who had to abandon her car by the main road last night found this morning that someone had skidded into it.
Rolfe.