Frost

Well we woke up to the first frost of the winter. The house was delightfully warm, but outside looked white and crisp. The underfloor heating in the Orangery had done its job and kept the room at a manageable temperature so that when the Gorse Fox went out to use the running machine, it was cool, but comfortable. He must admit that having the running machine in there means that there is really no (weather-based) excuse not to us it regularly.