Collected Musings of a Hill Wanderer

Now, I know why it was a good idea to sit schtum on Sunday. This afternoon, I took a bus over the hills to find a Buxton constantly beset by snow showers. Even with my being shod in North Face Hedgehogs, a certain chill was felt as I negotiated soft and often slushy snow underfoot in its main shopping precinct. The snow did leave off for a while and I got to take in a very snow-covered Pavilion Gardens during the respite. Some sled-riding was in progress on the The Slopes in the heart of the town so not getting mowed down by one took up a certain amount of attention. That snow-less interval didn't last long and enough snow soon filled the air to make the idea of returning home seem sensible.

On that return journey, the effect of all that snow was immediately apparent with a definite slowdown in the speed of traffic around both Buxton and Macclesfield; the occurrence of an accident didn't help the latter. Then there was the matter of negotiating a snow-covered twisty road complete with sharp uphill and downhill sections. Visibility wasn't great either and seeing the whereabouts of the road cannot have been easy at times. It's no wonder that the A537 gets closed in severe weather and I didn't envy the lot of the bus driver either. The outbound journey was benign in comparison with enough clarity in the air to see the well snow-covered hills all around and the road was much clearer too. The whole experience was an education and I was glad to be back home safe and sound.