The woodland cattle I've posted photos of upthread somewhere were being fed this morning when I walked past them. They must have heard the farmer coming as they were crowded around the gate and he couldn't get his tractor in far enough to get to their feeding troughs.Went up the old Croydon airport again today and the clever old Sussex cattle bulls had found themselves some shelter from the cruel North-Easterlies in the few copses growing up around the Southern perimeter of their enclosure. Looked like they were nibbling at the buds on the trees.
should have got the kids to work out the windchillYeah, another day where maths has taken something of a backseat. Bitterly cold, lots of granular snow driven on a northerly wind.
In personal news, #2 child has grown into #1 child's walking boots...
If it's any help, I can officially confirm that the temperature up on the old airport was F cold this afternoon!should have got the kids to work out the windchill
If it's any help. I can officially confirm that the temperature up on the old airport was F cold this afternoon!
Yep, likewise; I knew it was serious stuff when Mrs B got out her old 'blow-job' gloves which are reserved for properly serious weather.Yeah, we have a chart - like the Beaufort Scale...
1. Blimey Charlie.
2. Shit, I'm going on to regret not bringing gloves.
3. Fucking Hell.
4. My fucking hands, my fucking hands have gone black!
Today was a 2-3.