Of course, the reason we (here) have no sympathy for British whining about snow and cold is that this country has all the 'kit' already in place. Lots of dead animals to wear (there are even different words in Russian for a coat with the fur on the inside, and for one with the fur on the outside). Lots of snow-clearing devices, ones I have listed in an earlier post, but also a whole range of snow shovels and snow lawn-movers, which get pushed along the pavement. And whole bunches of people whose job it is to move snow around on roads and pavements, onto climb roofs and sweep the edges, to climb ladders and knock ice off drainpipes, and to put up miscellaneous barriers, warning of icy surfaces or dangerous icicles above.
I am an accidental Muscovite, swopping a lifetime in London for Russia. Join me in the confusions, pleasures and - hopefully - moments of insight that going somewhere else can provoke.
and the follow-up...
If you have enjoyed this blog, then come and visit me elsewhere - now I have found myself accidentally in Sydney, Australia. This is a city that seems very straightforward on the surface - so I hope to look behind appearances.