Some snow came in last night. It wasn’t a lot and it wasn’t a surprise.We had been told that it was coming, dragged down by some northern, arctic air, but going to bed last night it was just a few flurries.
What was a surprise was the message this morning that my kids’ high school was closed. There wasn’t that much on the ground, not enough to wall us up alive, and certainly not enough to turn our uphill main road into an impasse. (Yes, I know that it’s only an uphill main road if you’re going up it and not down it, but that’s the direction the school is in.)
It seems that the reason given was that other towns received more snow than us and that’s where some staff would be travelling from.
I don’t ever recall schools closing due to weather when I was young, not even in our younger primary school days. But, then again, in the 70’s wellies were cool.
We could be forgiven for starting to think of climate change and unseasonal weather, but apparently we get more snow here in March than we do in December. Who knew? Not I, and I’ve only been here all my life.
I have heard that saying: If March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb.
It wasn’t really roaring last night though, maybe just giving a little warning growl.
I had some things to get this morning so I walked down to the town centre as I’d originally planned. The kids were still in bed, not even aware that school was shut. Wouldn’t it be great if they woke, thought they’d overslept and scurried off to the best days of their lives?
I’m scurrying off now to another day in mine, hoping you all have a great weekend, but before I go can I just give a shoutout to the meteorologist, on TV at 7.30am, who explained that “snow is crunchy beneath your feet.”
I’ll never be ignorant again.
City Jackdaw 
The seasons are moving, that is my impression. We have the same phenomena here in Denmark.
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Everything seems to be changing from the days when *we* were kids.
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I don’t think people really change, though. They still put too much weight on external differences instead of what we all have in common and waste our precious time on earth with wars. How stupid can one be?
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I love to watch people putting their cars in first gear and revving like billio and wondering why they don’t go anywhere! We really are useless when it comes to snow!
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Billio. Not heard that in a while!
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Nor me. I even had to check the spelling!
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Crunchy snow is the best to walk on – the other stuff is gorgeous as it drifts down in those huge flakes, but too messy & sloppy to appreciate fully during a jaunt outside IMHO.
BTW: I liked the ‘Snow Virgin’ post recommended at the bottom of this post!
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No matter what type of snow it is-as a post,an I always ended up falling in it!
I followed that journey to familiarise myself again with my former post. As soon as I started reading it I recalled the street that we were on at the time.
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The local postman falling in the snow must have made you that much more endearing to those you served!
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Times have indeed changed. We had to go to school even in snowfall up to four inches. Nowadays, a snowday is called!
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Hands and feet numb. Socks drying on the radiators.
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Slaithwaite had considerable snow at the end of last week but, it being March, it warmed up, rained like anything then froze solid for two nights making some side lanes and my downhill road to the village horribly dangerous for a while. Up north, between one Pennine valley and the next, are a series of microclimates where weather can be totally different. We had very high winds too so March going out like a lamb is something I hope happens.
I don’t seem to remember schools closing and buses not running back in the day.
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Those Pennines tend to shelter us here from the worst the season has to throw at us.
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