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That very British of topics...

The Weather! It's one of The go-to subjects that can break an uncomfortable silence, start a conversation or even banish the elephant from the room (well, for a little while).

So far this winter we've been pretty lucky - this time last year we were besieged by snow, something extra for the train-tracks to worry about - we all know how scared they get when a leaf looks at them in the wrong way. But this year the seasons seem to have slipped from summer to winter so quickly that there are still leaves on some of the trees - although after today I'm questioning whether someone spent a lot of time super-gluing them all on?!?

Winter attempted another decoy today, with it's shining sun and autumnal colours painting the countryside. But I wasn't fooled. I'd checked my weather apps and knew it was going to be cold. Thermal underwear, limited-mobility-because-of-too-many-clothes, loss-of-feeling-in-fingers-despite-ski-gloves, silly hat and frozen puddles type cold. And with an early morning start of at least -1°C we all really got to enjoy these benefits.

Not content with just allowing the weather to slip past un-felt, we spent the day experiencing it. Outside. From sunrise to sunset - all of it. And sometimes even without gloves.

It was pretty extreme. And a pretty long day. So I'm going to climb into the shower, then into bed - hopefully by then I'll be able to feel my feet.


Lucky

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