Was it cold this morning?

Sure was.
But absolutely gorgeous.

Oh, for a summers' day... for then it would be the same view but without the freezing fingers.
Without the heater turned up to full blast as soon as I got back into the car.
Without skipping through the mud.
Without scrutinising the road for those invisible icy patches that my cars' dashboard, with its' little frosty symbol, predicted were out there.

But then again, I do rather like a cold and frosty winters' morning.

There's just no pleasing some people sometimes!