Okay, so we wanted to try and get to church on Sunday morning, but Jess's little car only managed a slip off the driveway and then it took me 5 mins to get it the ten yards it moved back on to the driveway! The Hurst was a skidpan. I gave up and we all went round the back to build Norman and Hildegaard (our snowpeople!). During which I heard a commotion out front, so I ran out to find our neighbour, Roger, burning rubber trying to get back up the road to his house. It took four of us to get him close enough for him to park. Knowing that we would never have the road gritted, myself and another neighbour - Mark - thought we'd clear the turn in to the road so that people could get enough grip to attempt getting up the street. As we did so, another neighbour came out and helped. We then started on our end of the street, so that we could at least get our cars off the driveways and turn around to face downwards. Within minutes a couple of the wives came out and joined in.Two and a half hours later, there was at least 15 of us out on the road and we cleared the whole length of the street.
This was community spirit at its best. We all pulled together, almost forgetting about our Sunday roast (but not quite!), helping one another - we even had one neighbour bring out teas and coffees. It was flippin' hard work, but we all felt we'd achieved something and we also learnt a few new names of some people we hadn't even spoke to before. Great stuff!
Norman and Hildegaard
