27-06-2021, 11:48 AM
(This post was last modified: 27-06-2021, 11:49 AM by Tony Griffiths.)
In the Peak District, thanks to man-made-global-cooling, we've had some cracking winters. A golf diesel with its engine bay packed solid with snow; overnight it froze almost solid - but still ran. A Discovery powering down a just-wide-enough track between dry-stone walls full to the brim - a good five-feet - of light, wind-blown snow; a Mk.1 Subaru estate with snow being shovelled over the bonnet (OK, it was downhill...) and a Chummy, with motorcycle scramble tyres, breaking a half-shaft so good was the traction in 12-inches of slush ascending Longstone edge. The same Chummy (with road tyres) overtaking a long line of stuck cars approaching the Windmill above Bradwell (highly amusing to see people waving their fists at me) and Mike, remember the uphill grass verge in the Measham?