We’ve been promised it for ages, and it’s finally turned up. Of course, despite having nearly a week of warning, it’s obviously taken Manchester City Council completely by surprise, as it appears that not a single road in the whole of Greater Manchester has been gritted. Even the A6 through Stockport, one of the busiest A-roads in the country, was covered in the white stuff.
My Dad has the responsibility, amongst other things, for ensuring that the roads in another county in the East of England stay clear; if there’s even the merest hint of snow and ice, the phone doesn’t stop ringing as gritters are despatched left, right and centre. He’s been known to spend Christmas day and New Year’s day in the office, organising salt trucks and gritting lorries, before now. I can only conclude, therefore, that Manchester City Council are a bunch of slack bastards. But then, we knew that already.
I took a roll of B&W photos in the snow as it fell last night. I’ll stick them up once they’re developed.