In the UK, we have a tradition that as soon as we get a flake of snow it's 'traffic chaos'. Today is not one of those days where people over-react. Yesterday, I travelled to Kent and back, as I approached my destination it began to snow, and then it got heavier. The snowfall wasn't deep, but it was slippery. The road has people who are unused to driving on snow and cars tend to go sideways. 

Nevertheless, I reached my destination.

Within about 10 miles of leaving for home, the snow had cleared. I got home at about 5:30pm. Mrs Murk went to a neaby town that evening, and at about 9pm I set out to pick her up. It had begun to snow here. I was taking it easy, being overtaken by people doing 60. Inevitably one of those guys crashed and blocked the road - it was really slippery, and by the time it was clear she'd have been better off getting the train I was fully committed.

It took me two hours to do a journey I would usually do in 20 minutes. On the way back, the main roads had been shut. We ended up taking the back routes, which were clearer.

This morning, I set off extra early - to find the main roads in the area were shut. My alternate routes all involve going over a big hill. I didn't even get that far, cars were wheel-spinning going over a canal bridge. I turned and went home. When I got home, I found that my footprints (made in snow about 6cm deep) were already filled with another 3-4cm.

Yes, it's nowhere near what they see in Alpe d'Huez or Tignes, but it's much rarer here, and so the impact is greater.

An hour later, I found that my workplace has been closed - today is a duvet day.