Baby, it’s cold outside

We are down to minus 2° (that’s Celsius in the UK – about 28.4°F) and it feels it. We haven’t been above freezing for two days now. The frost has stayed on the hedges all the time and the roads are icy. Seeing as we are suburban and near the sea breezes that’s pretty cold for us. I dread to think what it’s like feeding the animals on the Welsh Hills. (Talking of which you should see the brilliant ice bullets from the hose on Mopsa’s Devon farm).


I am forever complaining that we cannot see the sky from our house. Tall house, tall trees, tall hedges with tall buildings (Doctor’s surgery and nursing home) right up against our boundaries. Last night, sitting in the conservatory doing a late afternoon crossword with Jo I decided that the little spot of blue that I had been watching all day had turned a noticeable shade of orange. So I went upstairs, stood on the bed and literally hung the camera out of the top of the study window to see the sunset. Wonderful. If only we could see it without doing yoga!

Meanwhile, Jo is off to find her passport to visit Don...

Frosty

 

It was a bit frosty last night! Not quite like this though. These photos are from the 1960s when winters really were winters – not the soggy virtual winters we get nowadays. Last night was a mere -2°.




I remember when the pipes froze every winter, the bedroom windows had frost patterns on them many times each year, icicles six to nine inches long hung from the gutters.... Ah, the good old days.