It’s that time of year again. The white stuff is threatening to fall from the heavens and the news channels are screaming warnings of “snowmageddon” and “traffic chaos”. Well, it makes a change from Brexit.
Of course, once you’ve enjoyed the postcard-perfect scene through your window, the reality of getting up, getting out and getting on with everyday life in such conditions can be anything other than fun – unless you’re a child (or teacher) hoping for a snow day, that is.
So, tell me, am I alone in believing there’s a unique pleasure to be gained from driving a classic car in the snow?
I realise it’s something many will baulk at. And I’ll confess that once it’s back on the road I’m unlikely to use my MG Magnette as a daily driver on heavily salted roads.
Yet it’s a thrill that is almost impossible to resist on the rare occasions that we get a proper blanket of the white stuff.
Part of the appeal is that there are very few other adventurers out there, which makes a refreshing change, especially if you’re anywhere near London as I am.