Winter

It's about as cold and bleak as it gets in Blackheath this weekend. Max temp of about 5C but the wind chill factor makes it feel much less. There have been a few brief flurries of snow. There are plenty of tourists in town for the long weekend and I suspect they wonder what has happened. A friend of ours used to have a men's clothing shop here and he made most of his money on days like this. (The guy in the red shoes could probably use his services).
We've had the fire cranking all day and I've been trying to  motivate myself to make inroads into sorting out the office with little success. I started packing up some books to return to 59, but there were so many I still might read I ended up putting them all back on the bookshelf. Maybe if I just read the books instead of thinking about sorting I'd make more progress.