After what seems to be too long in the house and with too little exercise, Cliff and I decided a walk was in order. The temperature may be zero (feels like -6C with wind chill) but we have long-johns, warm jackets, gloves, socks, hats and sturdy boots. We drove to a nearby village and stode out across the fields spangled with frosty thistle stars . . .
After a few miles we decided that instead of turning back and retracing our steps, we'd walk all the way home and collect the car later.