I quite like it.
But this is not really new. Knew this in NZ.
And cold seems mostly in the mind. The 13° in London felt quite warm while back home the 16° felt like zero and I didn’t want to get out of bed. Maybe less the mind and more wearing the right clothes?
Though I think people In London overdressed. Mr S and I were in a shirt and winter coat, sweltering in the Tube, and all around us were Michelin men and women with oversized scarves. How they weren’t fainting, I don’t know.
Actually, for me, I think it’s less about liking cold weather and more about not liking hot weather. 35° and humid can be hard to take.
Wonder how I’ll like Tassie in the summer?
Maybe it’s the place for retirement?