Murky

We Brits have a reputation for talking about the weather all the time. It's no doubt deserved, though is it any wonder when our days can be so markedly different from each other? In this small part of our world, since the New Year, we've had frost, ice, a dusting of snow and temperatures below zero, rain, mist and damp drizzle with temperatures above average for this time of year, plus a few days of crisp, bright sunshine. To be honest, I wouldn't like to live anywhere where the weather is the same all the time but even so the rapid changes have been dizzying. 

The ice stops me venturing out. To make sure I get the exercise I need, I therefore have to brave the rainy, damp days. I don't really mind. There's something soothing about a walk in the drizzle, when there are many fewer people about. It's fine provided you have appropriate clothing. 

As an illustration, I took these two photos from roughly the same spot just two days apart. (Some idiot in the meantime churned up the football field with - presumably- a quad bike. Grr.) 

I had to laugh one day when I saw this - that's me all over!! I only have a tolerance range of about 12ºC.

Talking of which, you remember on Christmas Eve I went to watch the Calderdale charity tractor run (and got thoroughly chilled to the bone.) Well, I just read that they raised a total of £25,141.35 for charity, so very well done to them all.  (That's over $36,600, for my US readers.)