Travelling back to Hull last Thursday may not have been a particularly good idea (as well as, in the event, being unnecessary – the meetings I was meant to attend on Friday were cancelled) – but at least I made a good call in deciding to catch the penultimate Hull Trains of the evening rather than – as is my usual practice – the last one. I probably got to Hull on the last train to make it through. Passengers who caught the last service of Hull Trains – the 8.30 p.m. departure – made it as far as Doncaster but were unable to go any further because of the snow. Because Doncaster Robin Hood airport was closed, the airlines had booked all available hotel rooms in Doncaster for their stranded passengers. The result was that the Hull Trains customers had to spend the night on the train! At least I managed to make it home that evening.
Snow update. The snow remains on the ground in Hull. Last Thursday evening, as I reported previously, it took a neighbour and two passers-by to get my car over the snow and ice into the drive. On Saturday morning, it took my neighbour, my neighbour’s wife, another neighbour and two or three passers-by (not necessarily young) to help push it out. Being brought up not to be dependent on others, it was all rather embarrassing, but too late to shout ‘it’s okay, I’ll risk walking in instead’!