It is a clear and shiny morning, and a cold one, too! Three degrees above zero.
I am happy to have the bright day, cold and all, as usually winter in the High Peaks consists of what I have always called “meat locker days” — dreary weeks of low, smothering clouds with mist swirling along the ground, perfectly illustrating the old poem about this month:
No sun — no moon!
No morn — no noon!
No dawn — no dusk — no proper time of day —
No sky — no earthly view —
No distance looking blue —
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease —
No comfortable feel in any member —
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds —
Thomas Hood, 1840
And indeed, this seems as if it will be a brief break in the gloom. We are due to warm up to a weekend of dark skies and freezing drizzle.