Filed under: London
And fears that London will grind to a halt. Certainly when less than an inch fell two weeks ago the tube was a nightmare with passengars stuck for hours on trains due to frozen points. Being the pessimistic old bird that I am I checked the web at 7.30 expecting the worst. But none of the train services pages would load. The local BBC radio station travel report was so packed reporting on the chaos that the forgot to mention South West trains which serves Vauxhall station.
So armed with a camera and 4 layers of clothing, I set off through the slushy streets to work. I managed a few photos before I realized I would have to brave the barrage of snowballs when I passed the local school kids encamped at the end of Claylands road. Fortunately (for me) just as I was coming up to them, a chap trying to park his oversized RangeRover managed to skid it into another car. Amid the ensuing barrage of taunts and snowballs I managed to pass unseen…. well almost.
You see the problem with wearing a bright red fluffy warm hat is that it is bright red. So every upstart with a snowball in hand feels the inescapable urge to try and knock it off. These kids are the playstation generation though with very little throwing experience and all the snowballs fell far from their marks.
Despite the treacherous & un-gritted pavements, I made it to Vauxhall. I have no idea how the service was as I ran to the platform and leapt on to a train & got to work early.
And with snow photos to boot.
