Those of you who also live in Frozen Britain will understand that out transport network is useless when it snows. Even though it snows every year without fail, the entire country grinds to a halt. We don't do snow tyres like the rest of Europe, gritters don't seem to make any difference and the public transport just STOPS.
Tonbridge Station. Going nowhere.
It was one such day earlier this month when we woke up to see a blizzard brewing outside the window. The cars weren't going anywhere (no snow tyres of course, and the road was like something out of Ice Age) so we wrapped up warm (me in my entire snowboarding gear) and trudged our way to the train station to wait for a train. Of course, it was late. And then it made a sad little gurgle and totally powered down, refusing to move and blocking the platform for any other trains that might decide to show up that morning. The one replacement bus that arrived was nowhere near big enough for all of the passengers, and we were left stranded. "Let's walk!" said Dan, "it isn't that far."
It is that far. It's very far. Plus, it was very cold, and slippy. I was knackered, and cross. So I tried to lighten the mood by photographing the journey, which I make every day by car but was so different on foot, in the snow. I stopped photographing when the blizzard truly set in and I couldn't see, but hopefully you get the idea from these...
In summary, snow is very pretty... but very disruptive, and bloody cold!
