Week Twenty-two: Baby, it's cold outside

It's cold out there - 'brrr' in Latin. The lupins are dotted with droplets of ice and the frosty trees are wreathed in smoke from morning fires - their skinny branches reaching out like frozen insect legs or withered claws.

 

Meanwhile, my boys are trying to keep warm either by kitting themselves out in multiple layers before going for a run...

...or lounging about in the sunny patch on the carpet.