I’m regularly asked ‘Nigel, Why do you like the cold..?’ I’m no expert or scientist, but I know what feels right to me. Cold may have tried to kill me, but it’s where my heart is happiest. After recent trips to Scotland, Norway and Italy this year, I decided to look into my childhood for some answers…
The dictionary definition of cold is – ‘having relatively little warmth; of a rather low temperature’. Sounds simple enough, but this four letter word has followed me through the ups and downs of my life and probably always will.
As a child, I suffered severe catarrh. My family put up with my coughing for months and neighbours complained about the non stop dog barking in our house. Believe me, it wasn’t a dog..! In desperation my mum took me to the Doctors for help. I was too young for the medication available, so the doctor came up with a very simple and effective answer – fresh air. ‘Put him outside in his pram Mrs Vardy’ were words that made all the difference to my life. It wasn’t a cure, but it helped relieve my lungs and give everyone a little respite. My mum walked miles around the local area, pushing me along, whatever the weather. I found that the colder and fresher air was more beneficial than the warmer and perhaps this was the start of my chilling desires. My childhood was still dogged with bouts of coughing, and I was once accused of being deaf by a schoolteacher because of the problems it caused my ears. I was told that i’d ‘grow out of it’ and by 21 my lungs were finally free.
My childhood was filled with the outdoor life. We had a large vegetable garden, beautifully planted and harvested by my mum and dad. A relations farm saw me mucking out and feeding animals in any weather, day and night. Long summer holidays were spent bailing and stacking hay. The heat was oppressive and I then discovered what a Migraine headache felt like. Perhaps another reason to prefer the cool, fresh air.
Hill walking was another family pastime. We spent many happy hours wandering the peaks of Derbyshire, in the days of woolly jumpers and pac-a-macs, leather boots and dubbing. Again, I found the colder days better for me and as I walked alone from my teenage years, I always preferred the winters days.
The UK has a fascination with the weather. Whenever cold conditions are forecast, the news fills with tales of school closures, travel disruption, Snowmageddon, Thundersnow and the recent ‘Beast from the East’. Food shelves clear and mild panic ensues. I just get my skis out.
As Samuel Johnson once said “It is commonly observed, that when two Englishmen meet, their first talk is of the weather; they are in haste to tell each other, what each must already know, that it is hot or cold, bright or cloudy, windy or calm.”.
We should be mindful of the cold, but we should not fear it. It’s as much a part of our history as Frost Fairs, Fenland Skating and our Dickensian view of Christmas. Snow is something many people like to look at, but don’t want to touch. I wonder what else in their lives gives this impression..? Snow allows me to see through the eyes of a child again, to laugh, to smile, to scream with fear and delight and importantly, to breathe. I still enjoy feeling cold air bite at my lungs. It feels refreshing and pure.
It has been reported that many people prefer cold weather because they can hide their body under layers of clothing, and that cold conditions cause social withdraw and depression. I’m not gong to disagree with science, but I do wonder if people are running away from themselves rather than the weather.
Now don’t think all mountaineering is a freezing pastime. Anyone who has climbed or skied on a sunny day will know how hot it can get, and many of my expeditions require long, hot treks to base camp, but mountain air is clear and that’s what works for me.
As a GetOutside Champion for Ordnance Survey, I can’t say enough about the benefits of fresh air. In a world where people are glued to their computers, enveloped in air conditioning and managed light, we all need fresh air. We also need exercise, both physical and mental to help ourselves. I’ve said many times ‘God Helps Those Who Help Themselves’. I crave fresh air when I’m stuck inside and make time wherever possible to get out, day or night. I’m sure my neighbours think me strange as I work in my garden after dark, clearing my lungs of pollution and breathing again.
But for now, spring is here and the suns warmth is on the rise. Flowers and blossoms galore present themselves to the world as the winters grasp releases – until the next time…
It was a privilege to have met you sir last night on Mam Tor. Thank you for your time in marshalling and keeping us safe and sound. I had a great evening shining my torches first one way and then another, despite the cold wind. I see now you were absolutely in your element up there. Happy, and safe, travels.
Annemarie from sunny Swad.
Lovely to meet you too Annemarie. It was a tad blustery, but full of smiles and light. I hope to meet you on the hill again one day soon…
Thanks for sharing your experiences here. It can be really interesting to look back at our childhoods and see what has made us who we are today. I definitely agree that people whose parents encouraged them to get outdoors and do outdoor activities as children, are more likely to become outdoors-y adults.
Thanks for your comment Francesca. Lets hope more parents encourage their children to get outdoors…
I have asthma and was always told warm air was better for my lungs, I’d like to point out that for me this just didn’t work. Even to this day I can’t sleep without my bedroom windows open no matter what it’s like outside. I actually feel almost claustrophobic if I don’t get cool fresh air. I love how you can wrap up in layers in the cold but really struggle in the heat, there’s only so much I’m prepared to take off
My only complaint is similar to your friends, after a while trudging through deep snow gets a bit waring
Thanks for your comment Allison. I think many people live too closed a life and having the windows open is lovely. I always sleep with fresh air in my bedroom…
Getting to that age Lad where I like cold but sick of tramping through snow knee deep. anyway are you on the LIST for Castleton fundraising this year.?
Time we had another beer.
Not as of yet Joe. Im hoping to make the AGM if you fancy a pint sir…
Well i think the answer is simple its just this
MEDICINE FOR THE MIND
And the soul Michael…