One of the stranded blokes was interviewed on the BBC news. During the telephone call he was talking about everyone helping each other out and mucking in etc etc
In the background all you could hear was a load of beered up cheering.
Snowed in in a pub. Must have been hell!
Remember a visit to Warcop ranges a long time ago when I decided to have a pint or three in Kirkby Steven (forget the name of the pub, maybe Pennine Arms?)... Anyway a lockin ensued and at the end of the night (morning) I was in no fit state to do anything, let alone stand up unsupported. Landlord put me to bed in a room upstairs, woke me up next morning mit coffee, and drove me into the camp in his own wagon so I got there before my absence was noticed.
Talk about service.
Last time I was passing the pub had been sold and had become a heartless chromium-plated disaster with no soul (but then that's progress I suppose)