I think today, with the biting easterly wind cutting through me like cheese wire, has been the coldest day I've experienced this winter. It was dark from about sunrise onwards, the sky a grim battleship grey until sunset.
I wandered around the Sconce Park to see what I might see, well there was a fed up looking little egret in the field on the other side of the River Devon. It didn't like being clocked by a shivering observer; as soon as it knew it was up in the air, heading eastwards with its legs trailing, barely making any progress against the wind.
First time I've seen one there.
But really today was all about the cold. Even with gloves on, Raynaud pain was setting in, which never happens to me unless I'm on my bike normally. The cup of tea I had at the cafe was so so welcome.
Strangely the run I had later felt fine in the cold! What an odd boy I am.
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