The heat is on
The heat is on

The heat is on

As temperatures plunge in northern Sweden, Paul Connolly discovers that wearing shorts and t-shirts, while everyone else pulls on their hats and gloves, betrays a past spent in more temperate climes. Illustration by Jessica Kwan.

Winter started in northern Sweden on August 13th. No, really, it did. That is if you take as a barometer the first sighting of a woolly hat and gloves on a dog-walker. There I was, in t-shirt and shorts, driving into town for some more barbeque coal, when I saw the man, all snuggled up in a thick jacket and the aforementioned winter accessories, walking his dog.

What’s going on? 

I actually did a cartoonish double take as I drove past him and nearly sideswiped a cyclist. I checked the in-car thermometer. 15 degrees Celsius. What’s going on? 

Three weeks later, as September heralded a wet and mild autumn, a delivery driver backed his lorry into our drive to drop off a freezer. He hopped out, replete with earmuffs and gloves and just stared at me, still in my shorts and t-shirt, his eyes goggling as if I’d come out to greet him in a rubber gimp suit.

After he recovered from his shock, we chatted briefly. ’You are from England? Why did you come here?’

I told him that I loved the natural beauty and that, in winter, the complete lack of rain was a real treat for someone who grew up with dank, permanently damp winters. ’But it’s already so cold. I much prefer the rain to all the snow we get,’ he shivered. 

He helped me lug the freezer into our cellar and as we walked back up the external steps he noticed that our house backed onto a 3km-wide lake.

’Soooo coooold!’ 

’Wow,’ he cooed, ’what a great view.’

Then his countenance darkened, he endured a kind of weird internal spasm, and he rubbed his puffa jacket-clad arms. ’But in winter, the wind across that lake – soooo coooold,’ he said. And then he sprinted back to the womb-like safety of his van. As I walked to the front door I checked our wall-mounted thermometer – it was 12 degrees Celsius.

Hairy legs

These were not isolated incidents. I’ve seen several people in our local town wearing huge jackets since the beginning of September, and I’ve developed a reputation in the village for being slightly eccentric because I wear shorts when it’s cooler than 15 degrees. (Although that could just be the villagers’ distaste at the state of my pasty hairy legs). Try walking into a Norrland supermarket after September has arrived and you’re soon shedding clothes quicker than a Z-list starlet in a reality show. Why bother having a bastu in your house when you could pop into your local Willy’s? These places are boiling. We had Swedish friends around for dinner at the end of September.

The women refused to go to the toilet because the radiator in the bathroom wasn’t working. The rest of the house was toasty but they still couldn’t bear the idea of a porcelain interaction that was undertaken at less than Caribbean temperatures. They were even offered the use of tea towels to place on the toilet seat. They wouldn’t have it and sat there looking increasingly uncomfortable as the night wore on.

Moose carcasses

I am genuinely perplexed – why are the northern Swedes such lightweights when it comes to the cold? If they’re swaddled up in winter clothes when it’s 15 degrees out, what do they wear when it’s minus 30? Do they all hollow out moose carcasses and stagger around the local ICA like some animal version of Night of the Living Dead? They live in a very cold climate – surely they must be used to dealing with frigid temperatures.

However, as usual, I do have a theory. Many northern Swedish houses are like an oven in the winter. I know that’s partially to do with the heat-retaining properties of wooden houses. But it’s also because they don’t like having windows open – they hate drafts.

Hot boxes

The English, on the other hand, like some airflow even if it means sacrificing a little warmth. Swedish friends think English houses are freezing in winter – while we think they live in hot boxes. So, if you leave your superheated Swedish house and encounter a temperature significantly lower outside, you’re going to think it’s freezing and start togging up as if you were trekking to the North Pole rather than taking Fido out for a wee.

Reverse Superman

But why are the houses so hot in the first place? I think it’s related to the shoe-removing thing, which I know is mainly about home hygiene, but I recently read was also partly due to pride. According to Andrew Brown in his book Fishing In Utopia, ’It had always been a mark of poverty to have to wear your outdoors clothes indoors’. So several generations ago wearing outdoor or working shoes in the house was a sign of poverty. Similarly, back in the middle of the twentieth century, only wealthy people could afford to heat their whole house in the winter. I know, from anecdotal evidence, that some northern Swedish families used to all sleep in the same room to keep warm in the winter. Subsequently, as the wealth was spread and Norrland prospered, having a really warm house became a sign of prosperity. And the warmer your house is, the colder the outside world seems, so the earlier in the year you start wearing winter clothing. It makes sense to me! But if anyone has a less plucked-from-thin-air explanation for why northern Swedish houses are so hot in the winter, please feel free to enlighten me.

Anyway, I have a cunning plan for visiting my friends’ hot houses over the coming holiday season. In a manoeuvre I’m calling the ’reverse Superman’, once I’m in their houses I’ll peel off my thick winter layer of snowsuit, moose carcass and thermals to reveal – yeah, yeah, you guessed it – a t-shirt and shorts.

The heat is on

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