Little and Often

The scatty noise of the gritters woke me this morning. Not that they bothered with our street. It's the sound of winter, and winter proper. Not just wet and miserable, but COLD. -4 this morning as I wimped out and drove to the train station, losing my half hour walk. By the time I got to the capital it had warmed up to about zero, and I enjoyed a crisp 38 minutes around Holyrood park. HR 160-170ish most of the way round.