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Cold, cold, cold, cold,,,and I love it. Crystal clear blue skies with a pale sun barely able to rise over the tops of buildings and warm the land. Big coats even hats and gloves to follow soon. Dark evenings and glorious, colourful, brillant sun rises shimmering above the frozen mist shroudded tree silhouettes of the flat lands of East Anglia. Water turned into frozen immobile mirrors with the wisp of frost dancing across the tops in the insipid gentle suns rays as the darkness ebbs away. Wonderful.