Adam is my 9 year old son and my sometimes training partner. So at 9.30am this morning, with just a few millimetres of snow on the ground, we set off to Aldbury for a three hour walk in the winter air. Whilst there were some signs of snow in the sky, the air was crisp and clear, the temperature was not too bad and we were ready for a nice long training walk.
Well everything started off fine......................and we made great progress for the first hour or so.
And then all hell broke loose. We were about 600 feet up on an exposed plain when the mother of all snow storms swept in and literally blanketed the area to about 6 inches deep in a matter of 60 minutes. For sure one of the most incredible things I think I've ever seen. Visibility was down to literally in front of your face.
Even though we were initially quite calm about things and just carried on, we soon realised we couldn't actually see which way we were going, which way was back and in fact where we were !
"What a great adventure Dad" came the pearl of wisdom as my fearless boy fell into heaps of laughter about not being able to see.
Faced with a real white-out, do discretion over-ruled our Gladiatorial heads and we turned around and retraced our footsteps. I took several photos of what it was like but even with the decent camera I had with me they didn't come out.
The two below however taken at the end of the 2 hours we did manage show just how much things changed in about 60 minutes. It was fun and a little scary. What I did learn however is that my supreme-climber of a son is someone I am just incredibly proud of. He didn't panic, he kept our spirits up and just got on with it.
Well done mate!
