There's
an old joke in England about how the Scandinavians and the Canadians
laugh at the British because a little bit of snow here brings the country
to a halt. The British laugh at ourselves about trains not being able
to run because of the wrong kind of snow on the tracks. I have
to smile because each winter, when snow brings chaos to our transport
systems, the stock excuse is that we're not used to it, and we say this every year. In Beverley recently I've heard
conversations between people who cycle about either being determined
to keep riding despite all the bad weather we've had recently, ice,
rain, cold, rain and more rain; and other people who say they've
(temporarily) stopped riding because of having skidded off their
bikes on the ice.
Unfortunately,
our local council, rightly or wrongly, receives criticism every
year about roads and footpaths not being gritted. In Holland and
Denmark (whose climates are similar to most of the British Isles),
people put on an overcoat or anorak and keep on cycling. Some fit
studded tyres to the wheels of the same bike they ride the rest of the year, but councils there regularly clear
snow on, and grit, urban cycle paths, lanes, and streets so that people
can get to work, shopping etc, the same as they do in summer. No one
there seems to bat an eyelid. No drama. No jokes. They Just ride.
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