Like a pound-shop Narnia, it’s always winter but it never snows.
It’s rained for a week solid. With the odd break, it’s rained for two months. The temperature has hovered around 1 degree above freezing, with a wind chill two or three degrees below.
But no white stuff.
Just a uniform grey. Skies. Sea. Streets. People.
The good news is, we now have daylight for almost nine hours per day. At Christmas it was barely seven. Combined with the lockdown, life is becoming very soft at the edges. I’m sleeping nine or ten hours a night, and not doing enough in between.
Roll on the 6 weeks ’til the equinox and proper daylight.