This morning at 8am. Inside : 18°C in the front porch, no draughts. Outside : -4°C and hard, powdery frost on the outer-most pane of the windows.
It’s eight or nine years ago that Denise and I were struggling to find the money to pay for these top specification triple-glazed windows from Norway. But thank heavens we did. I think back winter nights as a child, scratching with my finger through the powdery frost on the inside of my bedroom window, so that the moon would cast patterns on the opposite wall.