Thursday, November 27, 2008
Winter - fuck, it's cold
The romantic idea of being holed up in a log cabin until spring comes has always appealed to to me. The trouble is that I don't function terribly well in the winter - the drop in temperature seems to have a detrimental effect on my brain and body (what's new?).
We are never prepared for a cold snap in this part of the world and all through the winter I am haunted by my dad saying - "Have you got your vest on?". No dad, I haven't worn a vest since I was three, I am 45 and you are in the land beyond vests so leave me alone.
I do like winter though. I love to walk on a stormy coastline in the depths of winter and love those days when the sky is lead and the rain is beating against the window. The cosiness of a soppy film, hot chocolate and central heating doesn't have the same appeal on the balmy nights we enjoy in the summer.
Anyway, winter is here. Autumn buggered off fairly early and we are suffering the pre-Christmas doom and gloom of constant drizzle and high winds. I am longing for some snow this year (rare in Cornball) and someone to share a log cabin. Better buy some vests then.