It was painful being out this afternoon. Wind chill; I thought I had got used to it, but then today's outing made me wonder.
Thinking back on it, I pegged some washing out on my line this morning. I reckoned there was enough of a 'breeze' to encourage some drying even if the tips of the grass did look frosted. As my hands became quickly stiffened up with the cold, one by one, I dropped items of washing. Brrrr.... I hastened back in the house, but, the washing - not a lot - was out to dry.
Back to this afternoon; we thought it would be a nice togetherness to be out in the winter sun, enjoying some of the brightness that is so sought after in these parts in the Winter months. Even though I was well padded up, it felt as if I couldn't pull my bright red beret down far enough to feel warm around the ears. I even wished for a scarf, yet my collar has an inner knitted band!!! Mini winds (not breezes) cold blasted like a sharp razor into you. Why was my cerise woolly balaclava languishing on a shelf, instead of covering my face and head?
Acknowledging that this outing was giving us a bit more than we bargained for, we thought about a bottle of mulled wine languishing in a cupboard and decided to go home.
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