A kind of winter seems to have descended here. The days are bright and sunny, but the mornings and the evenings are decidedly chilly, perfect for staying indoors curled up on the sofa watching The Sopranos (we are working our way through the DVD box sets).
On Friday the first frost arrived, and cycling through Hyde Park at 8am has never felt more romantic. The extensive lawns were shimmering with silver frost like a carpet of snow, and the surface of The Serpentine was like a mercury-coloured mirror, reflecting the bright colours of the row-boats moored in the middle of the lake. It was breath-takingly picture-postcard perfect. And, typically, I did not have my camera to capture the beauty of it all.
Yesterday dawned bright and sunny too, but I spent most of the morning snuggled up under the duvet reading my new Nicci French book. And by the time I was ready to brave the outdoors the sun was already sinking in the sky and there was an icy wind blowing into my exposed face.
This morning there was a fog, thick and white and cold, that was determined to settle in for the whole day. By
mid-afternoon wisps of it were still clinging on, hovering over the surface of the ever-still Thames and shrouding the nearby trees like a ghostly cloak.
And tonight the temperature is supposed to plummet to minus-3 degrees Celsius. *Shiver*
What’s the weather like where you are?