The days are as short as cold. And -OMG- don’t I like these days coming back home and stick to the fireplace, looking at the girls just from the window, every time I pop into the frozen kitchen to boil the kettle.
I love winter. But I find I’m most unproductive at this time of the year.
Still sometimes, we lucky cornish, find the joy of the sunshine. Brighter and below zero warmer, the days force us out of the house with a secret wish of snow in our hearts. Even though we can’t handle the temperature.
All you need is an alpaca jumper on.