Here, nobody and nothing was fazed by the temperature, which regularly descended below -20C at night. Long-distance buses chugged steadily along snowy country roads, airports stayed open and in our wooden village house, two splendid traditional stoves kept us deliciously warm. I won't go on about the pristine snow, pure air, vodka-laced picnics, merry New Year masquerades, or too many other people might want to join us next year.
Were there no disadvantages? Well, yes - it's rather icy around the well where we get water, and the unheated outhouse toilet is a touch chilly for sensitive parts. But this morning, when I woke up shivering in my modernised British centrally-heated home I was no longer sure which country has the real advantage in winter.
S'novim godom! Happy New Year!