6:35 am found me at the corner of the vineyard, ready to rock, ready to roll, ready to run.
Yes! Let's do this!
I'd been impressed to see no frost on the ground or even on the roofs of the houses.
"It can't be that cold", thought I.
Then I began to run.
OUCH! It was FREEZING! I had a woolly hat on, but my FACE! And the TEARS!
I briefly, oh so briefly considered running in a balaclava.
Then I turned round and went home.