I dreaded to think in what condition roads are in the countryside, as I stottered around Thurso today. Even streets in the middle of town were lethal, and the paths and side-streets elsewhere in town barely have been touched since the snow-falls at last weekend.
I had foolishly left my pathway untended, and relented on Xmas Day by setting about it with an axe and shovel. Because of the unrelenting cold, hitting Caithness and the north, all this resulted in was a sheen of black ice this morning.
I did see a single-seat gritter in Mount Pleasant for the first time, as one chuntered past this morning at 0730 hrs (triple time).