It never used to be like this. Once, I could greet the first flakes of winter snow as a happy sign of seasonal churn and think no more of it.
But, for the past three winters, the onset of snow and ice means... the annual round of spreadsheets detailing grit supplies across the capital, the call to attend the Severe Weather Gold Cell meeting, the facilitation of mutual aid and, of course, the real challenge of how best to get the local government and Transport for London story out there.
