Whatever that means
Bridge shut to bikes so back on the bus and train. And then the snow started and it was only a matter of time before the Fife circle fell over and the trains were screwed. And sure enough.
So once my midday meeting was over I legged it to see what was running. Caught a bus but by the time it reached the bridge the whole thing was shut – ice was falling off the cables and supports so we sat in a queue for while wondering if we’d get over before I pissed myself. Thankfully there was no detour through Kincardine. Bridge opened. Home in just two and a half hours. Bloody trains.