Ancient woodland lore states that a proliferance of holly berries heralds an icy cold midwinter.
It the trees are to be believed, we’re in for a mild December it seems.
This is very much at odds with the chill that reigns at dawn. There’s a bite in the air, which my upturned shirt-collar barely manages to ward off.
Time perhaps for a thick scarf to keep the cold at bay?
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