Monday, January 11, 2010

White Hill White Out (of the way)

We took a bit of an Off Piste attitude on Sunday. Whilst the masses, played safe on Boxhill, we sneaked round the corner on to Juniper Hill and then to the aptly titled White Hill.

It took almost half hour to walk Juniper Hill and then five minutes to get down, slower than normal because of the six inches of snow under foot!

We knew time was against us and thought we would take a risk and head for the road run. We sneaked up a private road and hot stepped it to the top of the run, jumped onto boards and off we went. As the snow passed underfoot, we headed at speed down the road, taking in the cool air, the twists and turns of the run. Whiteness covered everything. It really was getting towards blizzard, a real white out.

We decided to have another run and this was going to be last run of the day until we got to the bottom where a farmer told us "that we were almost entering private land and we couldn't access the main road".

The words that entered my head wasn't "I think these farmer folk are lovely people and that they do have a social conscience!"

He knew that by making us head back towards Juniper Hill we would be pitched in darkness and possibly up to waist high in snow at best. We had two options, jump the fence and wade through about a mile and a half of knee high snow in the farmer’s field or walk a 100 yards and see if we could try and get down another hill.

We got down the hill pretty quick, although at one point the snow drift was too much for the board and it disappeared into a clump of whiteness! I couldn't see or feel anything below my knees!

We sneaked through (possibly the farmers cottage), made dogs bark and got back to the car park, drank coffee, laughed and headed off home.....


  1. Geeeeeer off my land you pesky kids!

  2. It was a bit like that.....but with the beep of the tractor....