I have to say, I do love the cold weather. Who doesn't love a winter wonderland of frosty mornings, watching your breath travel slowly through the cold air, as if it too can can feel the chill.
But it's not quite fun; it's not little-red-robin-perched-on-a-snowy-post cold. We live on a damp island just a stones throw from the Arctic circle. It's damp; really cold and damp.
The sky is sitting 3 inches above your head, for what feels like forever. You feel like you haven't been properly dry in an age. You feel like the cold is actually radiating from inside your marrow. It's like you've been caught in a chapter from Hound of the Baskervilles, just minus the big beastly