Braver than some

I admire this bird. It's -2.3°C up there, feels much much colder, but he's just gliding, swooping and soaring through the snowclouds. Meanwhile, I'm huddled with blankets and many many layers of clothing with a toasty 8°C, reluctant to turn on my heater cos affordable electricity is so last season. Time to light the fire methinks.


Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.