Our weather here in UK is getting weirder and weirder. This morning at 6am, there was a very hard frost. All the rooftops in our village were white, and our lawn was frozen. Probably 2-3 degrees below zero.

But by 11am, the sun was shining, the frost had melted and I was actually sitting on our famous garden bench out the front in just a light jumper, chatting to passers-by with their dogs. I was a bit too warm (!) and caught the sun beautifully on my face.
Sam the Skull (funny old white cat who lives up the road) came to sit with me, and honestly, it was just like summertime!!

Blooming strange eh?