I’ve wanted to return to blogging for ages and I would have done it sooner had my site not inexplicably vanished into the ether. Thanks to the efforts of the lovely people over at WPFiddlyBits, I now have a webpage to write on again. As is normal once you’re confronted with a blank screen, all the good ideas vanish the instant you touch the keyboard. However, as I spent over 10 years burbling on over at LiveJournal, I’m confident that the writing juices will flow once I get going.
What am I going to write about? In a word; anything. I don’t write with a theme, I like to respond to the flotsam and jetsam of life, just as a columnist in a newspaper might do. I try not to be rude, but please bear in mind that I am writing in the UK in the early part of 2019. There is a great deal going on which might result in me being rude.
The big news today was that it SNOWED.
In those early hours, when the snow is fresh and unmarked, and its presence has pressed the mute button on the world, it’s honestly like magic. Snow is the Christmas morning of weather events – and the magic lasts until the very moment you have to go out in the wretched stuff.
Snow is such a rare thing here, that when it does happen we distinguish ourselves (as the world’s fifth biggest economy, no less), by completely failing to cope with it. 3cms of snow can close schools, cripple rail services, and cause people to abandon their cars and hack cross-country in search of a wi-fi signal to post a photo on social media. It happens every year and I’m at a loss to understand how we got into this state? Many say that it’s the rise of Health & Safety culture – being paranoid about being sued because a person slipped on ice. I don’t think it’s that. I think we’re forgetting how to manage snow, how to drive and get around in it, because thanks to climate change, it’s becoming an increasingly rare event.
One thing we don’t do is fit winter tyres. It would at least give better grip instead of drivers looking like a beginner’s class at the ice rink. In Finland, where my friend Henrika lives, winter tyres are mandatory from 1st December to 1st March. She thinks nothing of driving to work when there’s 40cms of snow on the ground and quite rightly, with our Snowmageddon national news headlines, she laughs at us.
Over the course of the day, the snow has slowly melted and returned the world to that miserable shade of grey that everything is until the leaves start to grow. Just for one moment though as you draw back the curtains, everything is perfect and beautiful. That’s why even though we can’t cope with it, I still love the snow.