Sunshine with more than a hint of ice.
And so today on my travels into the Essex countryside I will wear umpteen layers and my new boots. But no socks.

But before I do all that I must say Happy Birthday to Jerry from the West coast. A fellow writer whose everyday activities are made bearable by his excursions into other lands. None of which are on any real map.
Keep going Jerry.

Which brings me on nicely to poetry.
I have an idea for a poem which, if I can drag myself away from mundane matters, ought to be worth reading.

Back to now. Today.
The sun is magnificent and graceful even when being shoved and nudged by clouds of cold-hearted warriors. Warriors? Yes I like that.