The British are renowned as being a seafaring nation, ruling the waves (and sometimes their fishing waters) and currently apparently soon to be “free of their shackles” with a trade deal, and also pride themselves of their relationship with steam (or at least steam-based transport, with a list of firsts regarding steamers and steam locomotives). However their relationship with snow is a distinctly poorer and … Continue reading A curious relationship with snow
Given the blanket coverage of the cold weather sweeping Europe on all news sources, I’ve decided that apart from my path clearing and gritting duties to ensure no injuries on my watch, that the cold snap is a good opportunity to get on top of correspondence and re-stock the freezer and spend some time on some of the “indoor” hobbies that don’t get a look in when the weather is good.
Social media and smartphones have combined to make it possible for everyone to post a picture of “the weather” as soon as it snows. By “snowing” it seems that even the first flake to fall, settle and not melt within five minutes is enough to send people into a posting frenzy. People I know in the UK get excited about snowfalls of anti-biblical proportions, my wife and I, on the other hand, do not. It is not as if Vienna gets much snow, or is permanently under a foot of the white stuff, but the perception of some friends and even family members is that we live in some kind of mountain-top resort (think Piz Gloria without Irma Bunt dishing out the orders), and that our winters must be snow-laiden chaos (they presume that we suffer from the wrong type of leaves on the track and are snowed in for weeks) as soon as the calendar indicates it should be winter.