My shorts have been put away, the woodburner has felt its first flames since Spring, and my thermals have been given their first airing. We have a put a more efficient duvet on the bed, and I have even resurrected my scarf and beret.
Sunday was bloody cold and wet; as was yesterday. Even my early morning mushrooming sortie failed to lift my spirits.
Temperatures will rise again, but the shock of 4 C in the early morning was painful.
I don't like Winter. I don't like the cold, and I'd almost forgotten what rain was like.
Hell and damnation, it'll be over 7 months before we experience pukka Summer sunshine again.