Winter IS coming, London

Winter IS coming, London

HONEYMOONING NOMAD | Guess what, dear reader… British Summer Time is over; the clocks have been turned back and all over the city there are clues of what is to come.

People, more often than not it’s the British themselves, relentlessly ask why I have chosen to live in London. Usually I am bemused by this question, but as we fast approach winter in the northern hemisphere, I start to question the reasons myself.

With the clocks moving back by one hour over the weekend, I have just witnessed the sun set at 4.40pm. Considering the sun rose as I was getting out of bed at 10 minutes to 7am this morning, I was stuck on public transport for almost an hour and I ate lunch at my desk today, I am slightly depressed having been outside during overcast daylight for all of 6 minutes today.

The most disheartening thing about this is the fact that it isn’t even November yet and there are at least 4 months of darkness ahead. Today we had less than 10 hours of daylight. On 21 December, the shortest day of the year, we will see only 7 hours and 50 minutes of daylight… and that is only if it is not overcast, raining or snowing on that particular day.

In Australia, September and October were my favourite months for seasonal weather. In Brisbane, it is the time of year when it is just warm enough to take a dip in the ocean, but it is not yet hot enough for to be suffering and sweltering in uncomfortable, sticky humidity. If you have survived the plight of the nesting magpies, you will be able to raise your eyes to gaze at the bright blue skies and blossoming purple jacarandas. It is a beautiful time of the year!

So, as you would expect, on the other side of the world this time of the year is almost the opposite… but strangely beautiful and intriguing in its own way. The winds bring a cool breeze and light drizzling rain that can blot out the sky in a dismal grey for days at a time. The leaves on the trees start to change and the brown, gold and orange foliage litter the streets in a swirl of dramatic colour. In stark contrast, people start to shed their summer colours and adorn drab autumn coats of grey, black, khaki or camel.

But what bemuses me most about autumn in the UK is, year-on-year, it seems to come as a surprise.

On any given cold day people at work, in the streets, at the train station, on the Tube, and in Pret getting their morning porridge, mutter to each other about the weather and how cold they expect it to get in the coming months. Articles appear in papers about the coming of “the worst winter in years” and fearmongering weather experts declare that we will all be snowed in by Christmas. The catch phrase “Winter is coming!” is dramatically declared so many times that you would think the entire city of London are descendants of the Starks.

Am I wrong in thinking that winter is an annual occurrence? Didn’t the same thing happen approximately 12 months ago?

Guess what, dear reader… British Summer Time is officially over and the clocks have been turned back. All over the city there are clues of what is to come.

Carved pumpkins with gruesome faces are appearing on doorsteps. Broken umbrella debris clutter rubbish bins and the sidewalks like crumpled metal spiders doused in bug spray. Colleagues are organising trips home to see their families (and mini breaks to recover from them). Stores are already decorating with Christmas lights and trees, preparing us for gift buying, overindulging and overspending. Emails from management about expected behaviour at this year’s office Christmas party are being ignored. Gloves, hats, beanies and thick coats are being pulled out of storage and dusted off.

Winter also means we feel better about treating ourselves to mouth watering hot dishes, stews and comfort food that are not calorie friendly. Delicious mulled wine and cinnamon flavoured ciders are creeping back on to menus in bars all over town. Ice rinks are starting to advertise “fun for all the family” while anticipation increases for this years’ Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park.

Winter doesn’t sound too bad, does it?

But don’t be surprised. The days will be dark… the nights will be cold… winter is coming.

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Jacqui Moroney

Jacqui Moroney

Jacqui Moroney is a marketeer, avid travel writer and ex banker, traveling around the world on the honeymoon of a lifetime. She was born in the red centre of Australia, raised near the coast in Brisbane and is now a nomad in search of adventure with her new hubby. Jacqui is a travel writer, with a focus on living in London and traveling the world with her partner in crime. When she is not traveling, Jacqui is an amateur wine enthusiast, an unapologetic food junkie, and enjoying her never ending honeymoon!