Here we are, a decade into 2023, awaiting a polar vortex that will feel like -50 with the wind chill. Given that my feet are my locomotive, I have to be prepared. Heated jacket, check. Balaclava, check. Gloves, snow pants, thermals, check. It’s all down to the armour. I learned this the hard way when I spent my first winter here permanently cold in designer Mukluks and a flimsy puffer. I remember going to the cinema to watch the Shipping News (how à-propos) and walking out to a blizzard worthy of a Pulitzer. It was such a shock. Two decades on, I’m ready for it. And if you’re ready for it, let’s meet at 9 a.m. for a walk?