“Crisp”

I heard the weather described as “crisp” this morning, obviously a euphemism for bloody freezing, after launching and then rowing for around thirty minutes I finally warmed up. I stayed in the gig for the second session so it was midday before I got back home.
Paddy and I braved the afternoon cold for our walk, woolly hat and gloves as welcome additions.
Rugby on TV in the afternoon before dinner and welcoming Mrs S into a ‘toasty’ lounge after walking home in the bitter cold.