It’s been a cold week with high temperatures of minus two and lows much lower than that.
Snow fell for two days but couldn’t be bothered to stick. It was very small snow not like the lovely big flakes we had last time. Mean snow. Then ice. And a cold wind which felt like minus seven. Brrr!
Two pairs of everything and I was very glad to have my sheepskin gloves as nothing seemed warm enough. Hat, scarves, puffer coats, boots, jumpers, layers and layers.
We celebrated the birth of Big T quietly, stayed in and turned up the heating and shivered through the week.
It was a challenging week as summer in France felt like a distant memory and an unachievable dream for the future.
We went to Trafalgar Square where the fountains had frozen.
By Sunday it warmed up to a balmy two degrees and we walked to Hyde Park (again) taking our hats off to enjoy some fresh air to the hair, returned home for lunch and later the rain started falling signalling the welcome end of the Big Freeze.