As cold as a very cold thing

Several days of sub-zero temperatures left Hitchin frosted over – no snow on the ground, but a white coating on plants, trees and derelict cobwebs that picked them out as if spray-canned.

By this morning it had gone, but yesterday when we went for a walk it was at its finest. The far-off Wymondley Wood posed on the horizon as if auditioning for a Christmas card, and the broad skies over the frozen Common gave a passing glimpse of the infinite.

Lovely. Buggeringly cold, but lovely with it.


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