The Inimical Outdoors

“There’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing.”

I’ve met the saying in all sorts of places, from reminiscences of Swedish preschools to being traced to Alfred Wainright. It gets very bad press (in a comic way) from expat blogger David Nikel in his post “Sh*t Norwegians Say.”

But what does the EY practitioner in England make of weather that we’re seeing at the moment? There are things to move us to a sense of awe and wonder like this from October (the Telegraph seems to lead the way on these (here’s another, more recent one!); the Mail has doom and gloom disaster pics, like these, of impending snow, to judge by a quick Google trawl, but perhaps this is unfair). There are, however, images and experiences closer to home that are not awe-inspiring, not conventionally beautiful, but inconvenient at best, destructive and potentially fatal at their worst.

Is it about context? Are we willing to see the dramatic surge in pictures of fierce waves  on the web, but lament the long rides into work, the slow, smelly seep of floods and the even smellier aftermath? Do we actually not think “There’s no such thing as bad weather”? There is inconvenient weather, destructive weather, enjoyable weather, whether (!) we are referring to blazing summers, windy springs and autumns or the varying styles of forms of winter precipitation. Some of it is welcome; some of it, let’s be honest, is not.