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the whole world over, there is one pretty serious problem: snow.In England we grumble about a light flurry. “Oh no” we cry, “everything is ghastly, there will be traffic chaos”. The Russians, I promise you, have it much worse. Admittedly, they have the kit

and there are flurries of snow whipping off the roofs, and a rather disgruntled chicken is scuffling about like a well-wrapped babushka haggling in a street market in Minsk.Gardeners are obsessed with weather. It’s often too dry, too wet, too cold, too hot, not snowy