I am about to confound the expectations of at least one person, who was predicting today’s blog content. However, I nearly always walk to school, so that doesn’t really count. Instead, tonight I parked at the bottom of the hill and walked up to the meeting. A nice brisk few minutes in slightly sub zero temperatures, and all was well as I worked my way up in a gentle cosy glow. At the top there was a bright fire, excellent coffee, and future deanery synod* meetings to plan.
Cut to 9pm and I trotted down (actually I exaggerate. I was cautious, because the road had been wet, and was now covered in lovely sparkly frost). The air trickled down inside my nose and gentle froze me from the inside out. I was most grateful not to have far to go, and was equally glad not to have to defrost the car. Minus 5 according to the car thermometer, and as I drove back across the Plain, it varied between minus 3 and minus 6. I’d better allow extra defrosting time tomorrow morning.
*if you *really* want to know, feel free to ask!
Distance: bottom to top and back, with a bit of added along
Pace: I wasn’t going to hang about, trust me!
Rector’s rating: 6/10 too short, but plenty of lung impact.
The photo is from this afternoon because it was dark tonight. And I might make it align properly on the tablet!