I just nipped (or popped) to the farm shop at the end of the village (for celery, lemons, bacon, milk and mushrooms, should you care).
and the duck pond is virtually frozen over, and the poor chaps are skidding about all over the shop. It’s not often *that* cold here in the balmy south west; I wonder if we shall get snow …
A pond I went past this morning looked frozen over. The canal mostly wasn’t, except in patches where there was a very thin layer of ice.
So there *are* lemons?
Alice.
In Boston at the weekend, the Charles River was frozen over. Yes, it was cold.