Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Cockbridge to Tomintoul

btwn Tomintoul and Cock Bridge - Snow Gates are *closed* due to severe blizzards and drifting snow :(

There's something really vicious and personal about sleet - it wriggles into your shoes and down the back of your neck; it finds all your weaknesses. Snow falls, gently, heavily or in flurries, but sleet sidles in, looking a bit dodgy.

I got soaked taking the kids to school this morning. I imagine they got a bit wet too actually, though they only walked half as far. I felt guilty about doing my usual thing of parking at the local shops and walking along to the school  - it's only 100 metres or so, but the weather was vile this morning, and I'd have been better braving the school car-park and dropping them off just for once. Mummy Guilt - it's ever-present. Also I'd have got much less wet. Hmm, must remember that in the morning if it's still horrible.

I follow Traffic Scotland on Twitter and they've been hard at work today with updates (Skye Bridge closed, Skye Bridge open, Skye Bridge closed again - it's been a bit fresh apparently). And now the surest sign of winter is here - the A939 Cockbridge to Tomintoul road is closed, among others. There's also the A93 Spittal of Glenshee to Braemar, B974 Fettercairn to Banchory and the B9007 Carrbridge to Ferness, which I'm including to add an air of exoticism to the blog. I live in the comparatively tropical Central Belt, well to the south, where we're getting sleet, hail and highish winds rather than blizzards, and I haven't been over that road in years, and never in winter thankfully, but from my childhood I remember traffic reports on the radio in the winter talking about the Cockbridge to Tomintoul road - mostly Terry Wogan joking about it as I recall.

Should you be interested, my second sock is about to have its heel turned, I'm getting stressed about Christmas shopping and tomorrow night I'm helping at the school disco. The very thought of the disco is making me want to lie down in a darkened room but I'm sure it'll be fine. Fine. Fine! (to be said in the voice of the mother in Nanny McPhee and the Big Bang).

Every night I think I should write a blog-post, and I honestly do have things to ramble on about, but every evening it all trickles out of my head and that's that.  Evenings over the last three weeks were rather taken up with my annual trashy telly fix, that being I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here, which was fun but not startlingly so this year (possibly nothing will ever top the comedy gold that was Paul Burrell doing Hell Holes), and at the end quite mystifying - who exactly was voting for Foggy?  My Beloved said that his motorbike forum were equally perplexed.

Oh well.


Mrs. Micawber said...

All your placenames sound exotic to me!

Don't feel like a guilty mum. Discomfort builds character. :)

Annie Cholewa said...

I agree with Sue, a little cold slush down the collar never did a child harm ;)

Here's hoping the weather has improved where you are as well as in the Cairngorms. My daughter is now living in Edinburgh and keeps complaining about the cold compared to North Wales, which isn't exactly the warmest place.

Peeriemoot said...

It's slush down my collar that I object to :D.

Edinburgh is, in my opinion, the coldest place on earth - I have never been so cold as I have there. I think it's the way wind whistles around the New Town, regardless of what the actual temperature is. I remember visiting there with a friend once. He had scars on one hand from a car accident and the scars actually turned properly *blue* he was so cold. It was a bit revolting actually!