Have just got home after a long and often difficult day in London.
When I set out the sun was shining, although the temperature was below freezing, and must have been sub-zero for the whole weekend as the sleet that fell on Friday was still on the ploughed north field, looking like foam on the wave-like furrows of earth.
How clean the cold is, how refreshing, but you cannot stand more than a few minutes outside.
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