And don't let me forget that wind. The kind of wind that hides until you're committed to the path down and you think you're okay without a hat, then sears you around the ears.
Even at 3pm, there's still a thick crust of ice on the chickens' water, and the willow sticks M. bundled up yesterday and left in the brook have become decorated with icicles.
The locals have their hands in their pockets, dewdrops on their noses and home-and-fireside in their downward steps.
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Lovely little story about the Blackbirds. Its much better now in the UK with some glorious sunshine this morning, but back to grey this afternoon. Still, there is no frost forecast for the next ten days.
I hear you! It's been very cold here too - but finally with some sun, so I'm feeling cheerful!
Hi LadyFi -- you're right. The sun makes all the difference.
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