Another frosty, hostile morning to enjoy. As I left the house at 6am to run, I noticed the water-butt was a block of solid ice. First time this winter. One minor positive about the freezing weather is that the small local hotel now keeps its dining room window shut, so I’m no longer tortured with the smell of bacon and sausages and black pudding and mushrooms sauteed in butter and toast and fresh coffee.… READ MORE.... …