So, it’s getting on for half eight and it’s been snowing pretty consistently for three hours, and we’re finally back in Newport Bus Station. I’ve been very honest with the customers I’ve taken back from route 8 and told them that nothing will be going anywhere until the roads are clear of gridlocked afternoon traffic and are passable.
Newport Bus Station is where we control all our buses from, and it’s good to see our other operational manager is there and in control, assisted by no fewer than three of our supervisors, the snow having arrived as two were about to go home when the late man arrived – so we’re blessed with lots of staff, all working on without a thought of going home. In fact, we aren’t able to go home now, which we’ve readily accepted. Their efforts are entirely aimed at locating those vehicles now stuck out on the road, checking their positions and status, and how many passengers they have on board. That process will continue throughout the night.
We’ve decided that nothing will run until the snow has stopped, the rush hour traffic has finally dispersed, and roads are safe for passage. I’ve told the passengers who are now holed up in the (extreme) warmth of Newport Bus Station travel centre this, and am pleased that our Route Manager has already sent out to Stotesbury’s Fish and Chip shop for food for our trapped customers. The travel office staff and two of our drivers are busy making teas and coffees and arranging for them to use the phones. So, we’re at least under control and the customers are happy and know what is going on.
While this is happening Twitter is coming into it’s own as our pretty much instant communication channel with the outside world, and we have continual contact with IW Radio, who are keeping listeners informed. Indeed, it appears that the vast majority of the Island has IW Radio on tonight!
It’s becoming clear that those buses that are still stuck out there aren’t making any progress. By 2200 there are still 15 buses stuck out there. Some are empty – passengers having got off and walked home or to friends’ houses, but some have passengers on.
I have the tally of stuck buses still ingrained in my mind now…
• One 7 at Yarmouth heading back to our Wellow base, but going no further;
• Three 7s all stuck between Shalfleet and Newport in the middle of nowhere, cars in front, behind and alongside, and on the hill in front of them;
• Three 1s in Cowes, one having slid while stationary and resting on a car in Victoria Road, 1 at the Co-op and 1 resting on the lamp post on the traffic island in the middle of Terminus Road;
• One 5 stuck in Whippingham where lorries are blocking the road
• Four 9’s between Binstead and Wootton
• One 8 unable to get up Long Lane trying to get back to Ryde
• One 38 stuck at the top of Whitepit Lane hill
• One 6 across the bottom of Whitepit Lane hill, where a driverless car has spun it across the junction.
Our priority is to get the passengers and staff back safely as soon as we can, but roads are still blocked by cars trying to get home, and the snow doesn’t stop falling for another hour or so.
It’s clear by about 2300 that we can’t just leave drivers or passengers out there on their stranded buses, so it’s time to plan a rescue mission! We’ve been on the telephone and arranged with the landlord of the Fleming Arms in Binstead to feed and water three of our drivers stuck nearby and their passengers. It’s a feature of the night that everyone we ask to help us is so obliging!
Two of the drivers in Cowes have managed to walk home, but a third is stuck there and lives in Wroxall. A call to the Fountain Hotel in Cowes reveals that they are already full with stranded people, but they very helpfully suggest the Rawlings Hotel in the town. A call there sorts our problem – the proprietor agrees to put our driver up and feed him and do anything we need. Another top man! www.rawlings-hotel-cowes.co.uk In the end our driver is stuck there for two days with no buses running at all on Wednesday.
We’ve managed to retrieve the bus from the bottom of Whitepit Lane in a set of moves akin to a performance of ‘holiday on ice’ and its back in the bus station with minor damage that we can repair overnight.
Our first priority is the three buses on route 7 stranded between Shalfleet and Newport. We know that they all have passengers on board, and one of them is an 86 year old lady. Just as we’re loading our by now ‘snow chained’ truck up with salt and shovels one of the three buses arrives in the bus station. The Council’s gritter has made it through and the first bus has been able to clear the abandoned cars and eventually get enough grip to get up the hill in front of him. Within the next fifteen minutes the next two arrive. The lady has been taken to our garage by her driver to warm up and her daughter is coming to fetch her, so that’s good news!
The weather is still dismal and at 0230 we finally head out towards Cowes, with three passengers in our truck dropping them off on the way. We find the three buses. One is resting on the back of a car downhill and out of harms way – we decide that one is best left until the morning. As the night goes on we also establish that the one at the top of Whitepit Lane is safe off the road, and so is the one in Yarmouth Bus Station – they too can wait until the next day.
In the centre of Cowes though, are two buses. One is sort of ‘parked’ outside the Co-op and this is retrieved with a bit of digging and some spinning of wheels, but without too much trouble. The second though is more of a challenge. It’s blocking the main highway into Cowes town centre, and is vulnerable to being hit (for a second time) by other traffic so we really need to move it. With much scraping, spinning and revving it’s simply getting nearer and nearer to a block of flats at the bottom of the hill! Eventually we manage to get it to move crab like across the road where it gets some grip. Eventually it gets enough to grip in reverse to power its way backwards up the hill for a few hundred yards to freedom!
Sincere apologies to the residents of the Terminus Road and Carvel Lane area if we woke you up!
The next stage was to head out to Ryde and East Cowes. I don’t think we’ll ever forget that drive. There is a really eerie silence, no-one to be seen and nothing moving. Everything is completely white. It reminds us of the picture painted of the day after a nuclear war! All along the roads are articulated lorries at peculiar angles, some parked up on verges, one lying at 45 degrees in a hedge, two at different angles across the Crematorium roundabout. There must be a dozen of them in total, all parked up where they finally became stuck, curtains drawn in their cabs with drivers presumably sleeping inside.
After meeting no-one and no traffic we turn off to East Cowes, and on the first incline come across a row of abandoned cars, stretching as far as the eye can see. At the bottom of Whippingham Shute though, there is a surreal change – a hive of activity - cars and lorries still queuing to get back to East Cowes, and those heading out of East Cowes stuck behind one of our buses, the two queues of traffic unable to pass each other and the abandoned cars.
Our driver has been there for seven hours and has one young lady on board heading toward Newport who he has ‘rescued’. With careful guidance and checking the stability of the verges, we are able to get the bus past a lorry and off gingerly off toward Newport.
As we head on towards Ryde, we are passed by one of our buses that has been stuck while operating route 9. Her journey, scheduled to take 35 minutes, has taken her 9 hours and 20 minutes! We’ve had a call from Newport and know that our member of staff who lives along the route has two drivers at her house, and that having served up hot drinks; she has persuaded 4×4 drivers to take all the stuck passengers home. On that basis we’re now satisfied that the only person still stuck on a bus is our driver at Quarr, whose air lines have frozen, jamming his brakes on!
We pass a bus at a funny angle in Wootton High Street, but we’ll come back for that one later as it is blocking one side of the main road and the pavement. At Fishbourne is another of our buses, but it’s parked out of the way, being kept company by a Wightbus, whose driver has made it home on one of our buses that has managed to get moving.
The other two that were stuck there have meanwhile made it to Ryde. It’s 0300 and as we come round the corner at Quarr our stranded driver immediately spots the truck. He’s out of the bus like a shot! A few tricks later and we’ve got the bus to release the breaks. It’s managed to find some grip, and Mr SV isn’t risking stopping, so it’s heading back to Newport, a bizarre drive weaving slowly around abandoned trucks and cars, including a lorry that the police are now trying to straighten up at Wootton Bridge so that traffic can pass.
From Newport we’re off again. It’s 0400 and having been to Ryde we’re happy to run our first bus there very slowly, driven by a volunteer driver who wants to get home! We follow him in the truck in case he gets stuck, but all is well. In Ryde we find 15 buses parked in the bus station filling it – the depot is inaccessible. The bus at Fishbourne has been retrieved by its driver and is at Ryde, but the one in Wootton is well and truly stuck and the driver is now sleeping on the sofa. This is another of our embarrassingly noisy recovery efforts, so apologies to the residents of Wootton too! We’re shoveling salt, digging snow and slithering around in the bus to get some grip when suddenly a ‘bus spotter’ appears to take some photos – at 0430 in the morning!!!
The bus suddenly grips, and once again we’re off back to Newport.
…to be continued