This year, my plan was that my friend Paul and I would head up to Preston to spend Christmas with my family there. My sisters even kindly offered to drive down and pick us up, which is nice , because the alternative for moving the presents I’ve got boxed up in my living room would be to strap them onto a sled and find some livestock to tow them up North. I’m not sure where I’d find animals around here capable of running a sleigh: how many sheep do you think it takes to pull a grown man, his clothes for a week, and a stack of gifts?
When I received a text this morning saying that Preston was, functionally-speaking, snowed-in, I was at least a little surprised. I opened the curtains: here in Aber it’s reasonably warm, mild, and sunny, with not even a hint of snow – not even on the distant mountains. It’s hard to believe that from only a hundred or so miles away the snow is so thick that it’s having to be ploughed off the road, and that in the South-East, drivers have had to spend the nights in their cars after roads became unusable.
So… I might make it out of Aber by Christmas. If anybody can tell me where the nearest magic reindeer farm with lax security is, it’d be appreciated.
I got lucky, I arrived back in High Wycombe just as it was starting to snow at 3pm yesterday, it didn’t let up then until the small hours of the morning. There was already a fare bit on the ground from the previous big snow a few days ago too. Went out for a wander today and it was a 8″ or more deep in many places and the roads are in a terrible state. Still it looks amazing so I can’t complain! Hope you and Paul can make it Preston later on though :)
“Your search for reindeer farm near Aberystwyth did not match any locations.”
:-(