Cold.
Colder than cold.
We wokr to find freezing fog and a hard hoar frost, making everything like it was covered in glitter.
Did I mention it was cold?
It was.
We cranked the heating up, made coffee and shivered until the heating warmed the house. Took about 90 minutes.
By which time the fog cleared, so the sun shone from a clear sky, all surfaces glinting with its natural frosting. I put on a jumper and so boots to go and snap the scene, before the warming sun, even in January, melted the frost.
The downs looked like the Derbyshire Peaks with frosted meadows and scattered sheep trying to eat. I go upstairs to snap the scene before it changed again.
We have breakfast of fruit, then while away the morning until it was time to cook lunch.
There was a rack of lamb in the freezer, so I defrosted that overnight, seared the sides and fatty edge before roasting for half an hour. I boil potatoes before frying, make sweet chilli stir fry, and to complete it, garlic mushrooms mixed in with crisped trimmings of lamb from the rack.
Oh my word.
It was good.
There was even pink fizz.
And then there was football.
FA Cup. Crawley v Leeds. And Leeds were poor in the first half and even worse in the second, and Crawley scored three, could have been 5.
Amazing.
Sadly, Tottenham v Marine after was a different game. Sours are better than Leeds and Marine were by far the lowest ranked club left in the competition, so Spurs strolling to a 5-0 win was no real surprise.
We then listened to the radio for a celebration of the life of David Bowie who died 5 years before.
Where does the time go?
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