We watched a fascinating documentary this afternoon called The Social Dilemma which was very enlightening (and important) and I encourage anyone reading this to go the website and/or watch the documentary on Netflix. After watching it, I deleted X (formerly Twitter) from my phone and I’m tossing up getting rid of Instagram. I currently only use Facebook to alert people to this blog but, who knows, I might just stop doing that as well.
In the meanwhilst, our journey south continued…
Setting off from the hotel this morning, the road was excellent. No sign of snow, the weather was grey and cold but not out to get us. This felt like the trip to Trelleberg would be an absolute breeze, unlike yesterday’s horror trip. Oh, how wrong we were.
The E4 didn’t take long before it turned into a world of white with gale force winds whipping snow around like so much…well, snow. Great clouds of snow. Mirinda described it as looking like a sandstorm at one stage. Across fields, it certainly looked quite odd.
Our trip slowed down somewhat as the weather closed in. We kept pace with big trucks and other careful drivers while the ocassional lunatic whizzed by in the almost completely snow white fast lane. These people, as far as we were concerned, were crazy. At first I suggested that they had a lot of faith in their cars but then it occurred to me that, what they actually have great faith in, is how they would react in a split second, shortly before disaster fell.
Eventually, conditions improved and we pulled into some services where the wind almost blew Freya away and kept grown men from putting on their jackets. Honestly. There was a guy who emerged from a car parked next to us and it looked exactly like he was fighting an invisible tailor who thought his fashion choices were suspect.
Still, we managed to fill Max up with petrol – I was a bit concerned the wind would blow the petrol back into the bowser at one stage – and continued on our way. Not long after the turn off to Helsingborg, the weather changed. The snow was no more and there was just a wind. A few miles further on and the rain started. At least we thought it was rain. Actually, it was snow but the temperature had risen slightly above zero so the snow was just slushy rain.
Our stop tonight was a small AirBnB place in Trelleberg just off the E4. I think it would be quite noisy in the summer but, with triple glazing and the need to have everything shut against the blizzard and freezing conditions, we couldn’t hear a thing. It was lovely.
We ordered home delivery of delicious Thai food and settled in for the night, just glad we’d made it.
Jacket man was giggling all the while though