We’ve all heard the adage, “There’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothes.” I’ve always felt this obfuscates the fact that winter can be tough precisely because of its soggy, grey – yes, “bad” – weather, even if you’re dressed head to toe in warm waterproofs. However, I now have to admit that the right clothes for the right weather can bring a freedom. Enter: the humble anorak.
I spent my 20s dreading winters, which I spent freezing, only thawing out come summer. Even then, a light July sprinkling might have stopped me in my tracks, so opposed was I to clothes that made concessions for meteorological conditions. But with adulthood came an admission that anoraks are low-key amazing. I bought one and – by keeping me dry and therefore warmer – it has, without hyperbole, changed my life.
