Minus 10C

In spite of sunshine it was uncomfortably cold. I was dressed up like Nanook of the North, the freshly shorn dog seemed to love it. Skittering about on the icy bits and snuffling his snout in the frosty grass. By the time we got to the beach my water bottle in my pocket had frozen. The stream was frozen, the sand was like concrete. There was a thick freezing fog over the estuary with fog horns booming out. I did ponder that the tone, timing and frequency of the horns would allow those in the know to identify the vessel (a bit like lighthouses). 

Possibly milder by the weekend, can't come quick enough.

Stay toasty.