SNOW

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SNOW PLAYLIST

Snowball – Elbow – Dead In The Boot

Hot Springs In The Snow – The Creatures – A Bestiary Of

Frosty The Snowman – Cocteau Twins – Lullabies to Violaine

50 Words For Snow – Kate Bush – 50 Words For Snow

Winter Snow – Booker T & The M.G.’s – Complete Stax – Volt Singles

In The Snow – Longpigs – Mobile Home

Snowcapped Andes Crash – Melody’s Echo Chamber – Melody’s Echo Chamber

Chasing Cars – Snow Patrol – Eyes Open

I Heard The Owl Call My Name – Snowbird – Moon

Snow – The Staves – Dead & Born & Grown

Remember, when you was a kid, when it snowed it was like a great adventure! You would be bundled up in great coat, hat , scarf and woollen gloves, even wellies with thick football socks… And you would call on all your friends to come out… And they would just look at the weather and say, “Are you mad?”

So you would make a snowman on your own… and you would throw snowballs at random passers-by and duck down into the drift to hide… Remember? You would stay out far too long, Invent sledges out of odd flat objects like cardboard or a piece of flat hard board with bits of string bored through to aid steering? And when you finally went back in and tried to defrost fingers and feet in front of a gas fire… The pain was the worst thing you had ever had in your life?

I had my picture on the front page of the Lichfield Mercury throwing a snowball… It was a set-up by the photographer… They were making me out to be a little Rascal. The tag to the story of my fall down a man-hole in the drainage storm drains in the local Park.

I have never lost that sense of wonder, even when driving in the snow… It’s a buzz when your back-end starts twitching and the brakes don’t stop you. It takes all your nerve and experience not to do the wrong thing. You have to keep focused and relaxed. It is very tiring to concentrate that hard for that length of time. In 2009, I had to dig my van out three times in one day. The hill down from the tops at Disley to Bollington was literally non-negotiable… Photo0068

Basically, you want the snow to come over the weekend… That way the gritters have usually cleared the main roads and the side roads have been compacted enough to be passable with due care and attention. The worst scenerio is a surprise fall in the small hours of a week day… In this case it’s every man for himself. You keep a high gear and low revs, don’t use the breaks to slowdown… And you pray that you don’t get an idiot coming in the opposite direction or up your behind. If you slide try to straighten you wheels that way you can gain the control you are lacking. Don’t do anything fast, drive slow think fast… Free advice. If you are scared of driving in the conditions… Don’t drive.

One Boxing Day, I happened to be driving back to Sutton Coldfield from Nantwich on the A51, Coming through Woore, the road was blocked by what Oscar Wilde called,

The unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable! The Boxing Day Hunt. There was much excitement amongst the madding Throngs, enjoying the spectacle of Huntsman, Horses and Dogs. We eventually got moving, and saw the hunt in pursuit of a fox across the top of the hills. There was a good foot of snow and the hunt had the odds stacked in their favour… but I hoped that the fox would find a trick or two to lose the pack in its wake.

I’ve never understood these ritual killings. Why? There is a dark underbelly in our society, we fawn and play lip-service to humane behaviour yet give us a spectacle with blood and the milling crowds will become a lynch mob.download

(This picture always come to mind when driving down to Bollington in the snow)

live in love my friends

dale xxx