Beautiful sunset this evening.
As I watched the sun withdraw its gold I realised I was appreciating the watery gleam on the cars and road as much as I enjoyed the winter-pale sky colours.
Not hard to understand why.
It's a whole year since Exeter suffered serious snowfall.
Twelve months ago driving was treacherous. Too few roads were cleared quickly. Buses struggled.
Cycling was scary - partly because drivers didn't want to share 'their' two parallel tracks with a cyclist.
But no-one, by foot or bicycle, dared share space with the soon-slithering vehicles going too fast for the conditions.
All of which might not have mattered - we might have enjoyed wintery walking through stunning scenic views of our city - if only our pavements had been cleared/gritted. Instead every footway became a churned-up skid-pan.
So, until there's a sensible solution to keeping Exeter moving after snowfall... I'm dreaming of a white wet Christmas, not like the one we knew last year.
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