As you may have noticed, it's been a bit chilly lately. There's snow, there's ice...and there's the usual sense of panic that results in empty shelves at the supermarket and a marked increase in the sales of thermal knickers.
Naturally, that hasn't put Coyote and I off toddling around the country in search of fun and photos. Only yesterday we headed north and found ourselves on a rather bleak Crimea Pass:
It really is beautiful up there. If you don't see another car, it's easy to imagine that you're the only people left alive after some catastrophic event involving zombies. It's like a post-apocalyptic movie set. Like Anglesey, really...but pretty. We noticed the snow starting to stick to the road, so when we passed the sign for Conwy County, we spun around and headed back through Blaenau Ffestiniog. That was strange, actually...because it seems that they've changed the town a bit since we were last there. Now, the train station boasts a slate monolith that wouldn't look out of place in a stage production of '2001: A Space Odyssey'; and there are some strange sculptures there that, apparently, are called the 'Fat Ladies'. I'm saying nothing.
On our way back to HQ we got stuck behind a gritter (top photo). Of course, it can be bloody frustrating crawling along behind one of those as it chucks salt in your face...but it's also very reassuring. You would think, then, that anyone travelling behind one on potentially icy bends would be happy to wait a little while to pass. It would seem not...
"Oh no! I mustn't get salt on my chrome grille...!"
"I must pass this horrid thing before my BOFmobile gets tainted."
"Yes...a nice wide berth I think. Splendid."
**Turns Rachmaninov CD up to 6...**
"Marvellous! Now home for a bacon sandwich."
It just had to be a BOFmobile, didn't it? And, for the record, his registration was '58 KEN'. No further words are required really, are they?