Cold, crisp, sunny Sundays – made for wrapping up in thick jumpers, socks and sturdy boots for a kick through the fallen leaves in the morning sun.
Rewarding yourselves on a Big Walk well done, with a pint of real ale, or glass of red in a country pub, disrobing thick layers of clothing in front of their toasty fire.
Rediscovering the art of creating hearty comfort food – of pie-making, stewing, casseroling, and slow-cooking – ending with a satisfied snooze over the Sunday papers.
Impromptu post-work drinks – standing outside in the cold at the Christmas Market, cupping decorative mugs of Gluhwein in your gloved hands.
That magical morning, when before you even open the curtains, the light looks ‘different’, there’s a deafening sound of silence outside. It’s come!
Pulling on your wellies and woollies and even though you KNOW there’s no work today – rushing outside even earlier to revel in the virgin snow.