MonoMonday: Cold

I've come to the conclusion that the defence against Blackheath's winter weather is tatts and beard. This guy was sitting there at least 20-30 minutes while his tanker filled the servo's tanks. I'd have frozen.

Even Mr isbi who doesn't feel the cold, but has neither tatts nor beard, had a jumper on today.
The extra shows his growing dedication as a blipper as he practises his flat lay photography.