I feel it in my fingers first. Quickly creeping to my hands and wrists. Next, it infiltrates my toes and feet. The cold. SO invasive. I don't do the cold particularly well. I have never been to the snow and unless I were to stay the duration in a warm, toasty cabin/pub, I'll be happy to keep it that way. I could never live in a really cold climate. I fear I would just stop functioning. Today was the first day that I truly felt the cold, in a long time.
I'm sure I didn't feel the full effect of Winter last year. 9 months pregnant, followed by 6 months of breastfeeding, whilst tending to a newborn can do that to you. I actually felt comfortably cosy last Winter. This year is going to be a challenge. I have often thought how wonderful it would be to just head north for the Winter, like a whale migrates to warmer waters. Not sure how far north I would go. Just somewhere... warmer.
I rugged the boys up this morning and braved the chill, to go for a little play at the park. Angus insisted on taking his scooter. He tinkered with it for all of 5 minutes, before declaring that I was to carry it for him, while he played on the 'toys' in the playground. He is good at that. Delegation. The park did look lovely though, in a bleak, frosty kind of way. And the boys had fun, which was well worth the pain of freezing my extremities off.