Homeward bound....

I've read a lot on other people's blogs about the excitement of sitting around the radio waiting to hear whether their school has been closed. This week I've been on the other side. I'm the one taking the hundreds of calls and emails, writing the lists, making sure they are correct....while producing a breakfast programme at the same time.

I've felt a bit like these ponies battling the snow in Davidstow. (All these photos are from here)



The moment when you pick up the phone to find out the Met Office has issued a severe weather warning of heavy snow about to hit.....you know it's coming...you just can't see it yet.....Then it comes. Disruption. Everything comes to a halt. Every light flashes on your phone screen.

Then the programme finishes. I stand outside the gates of the radio station and watch everyone playing on what is normally a busy roundabout. Sledging down the banks. One boy threw a snowball at a policeman. The policeman just laughed. A two year old wobbled along the road, wrapped up in twenty layers, and threw a tiny snowball at me as I leant against the wall....

I've had to stay in Truro for the last three nights. But it has been so much fun walking into work together in the early hours of the morning, crunching through the snow, with only a few slippery cars for company. But now I'm home....

Ready to take it all again on Sunday.....this is what the other half got up to in the snow. Strange boy.