November 28th – Probably the coldest commute of the winter so far, yet no ice, which was a bit odd – but the wind was bitter. Luckily I was wrapped up warm and didn’t really feel it much.

What there was though, were gorgeous azure blue skies silhouetting the shivering trees, now mostly devoid of leaves for winter.

‘I awoke this morning, and found a frost perched on the town’ wrote Joni Mitchell. The was no frost, but I know what she meant.

Oh well, onwards – soon be Christmas.