Flying ice
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Driving up M6 on one of the frosty mornings last week was made slightly hazardous by a situation that I'd not encountered before: flying ice.
The hazard had left its first warning some miles back down the road, as what I thought at .first was shattered glass on the road surface. But the " glass " became so frequent that it simply couldn't be—as I had thought—the relic of collisions.
The truth emerged when I came up behind a short queue of vehicles in the fast lane, waiting their turn to accelerate past a TIR artic in the middle lane, which was shedding sizeable chunks of ice about half an inch thick as the weak sun and the movement of the canvas tilt broke up what had obviously been an overnight freeze-up of water on top: Not an easy problem to solve.