Dreaming of a White Easter…

 

When the sun was baking us to a crisp the other week, Tracy told me she’d seen a weather forecast that was predicting snow at Easter. I laughed, ignored it, and we booked a short break in Buxton. On arrival it was windy but dry and we spent the afternoon chilling out, with Tracy and Konnor taking a short walk to the rocks on the entrance road whilst I updated the blog.

 

Tuesday dawned windy and with a smattering of rain but that wasn’t going to deter us from getting outdoors and into the freshening air. We walked out of the site and up the hill to a small round stone tower known as Solomon’s Temple which would have afforded us spectacular views over the surrounding hills and over Buxton itself. As it was, the view was somewhat obscured by low cloud, but we could just about make out Buxton Opera house and the Pavilion Gardens.

 

 

From here we walked down into Grin Low Wood and passed the “Go Ape” attraction which consisted of several high wires and zip wires through the trees. Investigations revealed that it was necessary for an adult to accompany anyone under 18, which meant either Tracy or I accompanying Konnor, and with the price reaching a whopping £50 for 2 of us, we decided to skip it. The decision had nothing to do with fear of heights, honestly!

 

After a scone and brew in the café by Poole’s Cavern, which Tracy and Konnor were planning to visit on Thursday when I went to work, we made our way back over the hill to the caravan site. It was a steep ascent, and by the time we’d got back to Polly we were all quite tired, but glad of the exercise. That evening we played Pass the Pigs (I lost, as usual) and had curry and pasta for tea then watched Monster’s Inc. before calling it a night.

 

And what a night it turned out to be.

 

When Tracy woke the following morning and looked out of the window, her “Oh My God!” expression had us all clambering for a view. Outside was white. Pure white. It had started snowing in the middle of the night and hadn’t stopped, the ground already covered by 8” of the white stuff. The blizzard was in full flow and it was clear that it was in for the day, meaning a hasty re-plan was required. Despite the intermittent mobile signal I was able to send a message to work to let them know I wouldn’t be able to get in tomorrow as planned. Then we needed to get some supplies as we were running low, having planned to go to the shop today. With the weather so bad, Konnor and I left Tracy tucked up warm inside Polly and set off into the storm with a cheery “We’re just going outside, we may be gone for some time”.

 

From the road out of the site it was almost impossible to see Polly – see if you can find her in the picture below…

 

 

It was hard going walking in the deep snow, and it took Konnor and I well over 1.5 hours to walk the 3 miles to the supermarket the other side of Buxton. We stocked up on bread, milk and other essentials such as Hot Cross Buns and cup-a-soup and made our way back again. A short stop on the hillside in view of Polly to make snow-angels was wasted as Tracy couldn’t see us in the gloom. Back at Polly we dried off and tucked in to warming cup-a-soup before settling down to play Logo (which I won!) before watching some episodes of Criminal Minds. Outside the snow stopped, but the ground remained covered and we weren’t too optimistic about getting off the site tomorrow (Thursday).

 

However, Thursday dawned bright and sunny with the early morning sun reflecting off the snow as it slowly started to melt.

 

 

With the possibility of getting offsite, and with the snow still making walking treacherous for Tracy, we dug out the car and drove into Buxton to visit Poole’s Cavern. This is a remarkable old limestone cave, which has been turned into a tourist attraction and for the princely sum of £22.50 we were all able to take the guided tour. Our tour guide pointed out the various weird calcite formations and explained their history and how they were formed. I could barely hear him, but the cave was quite spectacular regardless, even if the photographs don’t do it justice.

 

 

 

With our fill of tourist culture, we drove into the town centre to find a café for a spot of lunch and to buy a snow-shovel (so that it never snows again) before returning once more to Polly to relax and enjoy the sweets we bought from the Traditional Olde Worlde Sweet Shoppe.