Posted on 11/30/2021 3:00:12 AM PST by Olog-hai
Dozens of customers who stopped for a drink at Britain’s highest altitude pub got a longer stay than they bargained for, after the building was cut off by a blizzard.
Sixty-one people woke up Monday after their third night at the Tan Hill Inn in the Yorkshire Dales, 270 miles (435 kilometers) north of London. They have been unable to leave since Friday, when a late autumn storm brought snow and heavy winds that felled power cables and blocked roads.
The pub sits 1,732 feet (528 meters) above sea level and is used to being cut off by bad weather. …
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Global Warming.
I could think of worse places to be stuck.
I wonder if they qualify for the Half-Mile High club.
As long as they don’t run out of beer.
So long as they don’t run out of refreshments.
Nearly a third of a mile high. The English equivalent of K-2
I’m guessing you’re under 60. 5280 feet in a mile as I recall.
Barely for the Quarter-Mile High Club (1,320’).
I should have looked at your home page before making a snarky comment.
My apologies, sir, and I thank you for your service.
I’m way past sixty. I made that comment as a (bad) joke.
Thanks for the info, though.
No apology necessary. My morning humor
leaves a lot to be desired.
From the picture that is just a dusting, nothing like the blizzard of ?1978 in the New England States and the other separate one in the Great Lakes area. I pretty sure both those unbelievable blizzards happen the same year and/or at least the same winter.
Yes, it was a convenient lie. As opposed to “an inconvenient truth”.
CC
From the article, “They formed quite the friendship”. They played games, listened to the house band and watched movies. It actually sounds like this group had fun and made new friends. In certain situations, you can be miserable or see it as a new adventure... seems these folks saw it as an adventure. :)
Send the delivery beer drones!
Growing up in Minnesota it took quite a snowfall to bring things to too much change.
I recall one time where things were shut down for several days. The neighborhood had a wandering party from house to house. Two guys on the block had snowmobiles and used them to get supplies.
As a young boy I mostly recall the beer and booze brought back, but I’m guessing they got food as well. It was fun to be in a big crowd at a neighbor’s home eating their food (often different than what my mom would have made.)
As long as they dont run out of the makings for Yorkshire Pud ...
I remember the big Howloween snow storm of ‘92 in Minnesota.
WE owned a pair of snow mobiles.
It was fun...
That is AWESOME! I think the little “fun” things we experience stays with us for a lifetime. :)
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