An Obsession with Snow by Elizabeth Kay
What is it about snow? Is it the fact that it changes your winter world overnight, from something grubby and grey to this amazingly beautiful white extravaganza? That the noise levels go down, as falling snow muffles the air and lying snow deadens surfaces underfoot? Or the chaos that ensues over here in the UK (the buses still run to the second in Tromso) and a reminder that we’re not nearly as in control of the natural world as we’d like to think? I’ve always loved the stuff, and a winter without any, such as 2014/15, left me with the feeling that a year hadn’t really passed. I’m a hopeless skier, but I’ve enjoyed the little I’ve done. I always enjoyed using the sledge my dad made me when I was a kid, and the few times I’ve managed to have a snowy holiday abroad have been magical. But, much as my nine fruitless attempts to see a leopard, my search for snow has frequently been doomed to failure. I tried this winter...