Some like it cold

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I read a great article in the guardian this week by the gardener Alys Fowler, entitled Some like it cold, about embracing Winter and the outdoors. I love this paragraph from the article

” For winter is about the joy, perhaps a little perverse, of finding pleasure in discomfort. There is no greater glow than that of finding warmth. The cold hands around a hot flask of tea, unwrapping your outdoor layers in a warm room, sitting next to a steaming bath in the damp, chilly bathroom: the joy in all of these is the counterpoint, the moving from the place of discomfort to that of comfort.”

Even if it’s just a walk round the block, making the effort to get out in January and February, really does make a difference to my well being.
We haven’t done our microadventure yet this month, but we have been busy, getting up close and personal with the weather.

I’m back to running 3 times per week (it’s been interesting in gale force winds), even had my eldest daughter join me last week.

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Visiting an old place, but finding new things at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park.  I recommend visiting just to see Roger Hiorns crystallised bedsit, it is stunning, and such an interesting idea. The kids loved it, and we ended up buying a crystal growing kit to have a go ourselves (on a smaller scale!).

My favourite find was the Niki de Saint Phalle Buddha, why have we never discovered this before, Niki was a self taught artist who felt inspired to create after visiting the Gaudi’s Park Guell in Barcelona. The Buddha is stunning, and just what was needed on a grim, blustery winter’s day.

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She also designed the Place Igor Stravinsky fountain outside the Pompidou Centre in Paris. I love this connection. The Place Igor Stravinsy was one of my girls favourite spots when we visited Paris last year.

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I’m back to volunteering one day a week at my local nature reserve too. The thought of hard graft in the cold and wet really didn’t appeal this week, but once I get stuck in it really is worthwhile. We were removing willow from one of the reedbeds ready for the spring, it really is a magical place.

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So, I haven’t melted or been blown away or died of hypothermia, I feel happy.  Wrap up warm and get yourselves out whatever the weather.

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