Flora, fauna, footpaths, even the very air we breathe seem frozen. Leaves clad with frost, icy skeletons attached to nature’s landmarks as chance cobwebs, fallen leaves from seasons past are all caught in a chilly trap.
‘It’s snowing still,’ said Eeyore gloomily.
‘So it is.’ ‘And freezing.’ ‘Is it?’ ‘Yes,’ said Eeyore.
‘However,’ he said, brightening up a little, ‘we haven’t had an earthquake lately’ A A Milne