Winter my old friend. Why people complain about you so, I will never know.
How I love wrapping up tight and warm, stepping out onto the frozen ground and watching my breath before me.
Bare trees and foggy fields.
Anticipating the snow.
Getting cold right to your bones before huddling inside to warm up with a hearty cuppa.
Hats. Scarves. Gloves.
Woolly boot socks.
Christmas is around the corner.