It was -2 C yesterday morning, and the landscape was misty and frosty. I'm now hoping that this'll be the last serious drop in temperature for quite some while.
Bok, of course, doesn't mind the cold; he has a fur coat. I, on the other hand, feel the cold badly.
However, I have assembled cold weather clothing that copes with most low temperatures; all except for my feet.
No matter many layers of pure wool socks I wear, my feet always end-up frozen.
I need electric socks, or electric gumboots, or an electric path.
Or even better, a shack on the beach in The Turks and Caicos.