That is it. I can now officially say that here in Copenhagen it is freezing cold! It might 'only' be -4 degrees but the artic wind makes it feel like it's about -10! When cycling, it really feels like the wind is scratching my face and slowly peeling the first layer of skin. Is that explanatory enough or shall I keep going?
As I'm writing this post, sat in the warmth of my living room, I can see, through the window, tiny snow flakes falling from the sky. It's ever so slight and faint that it looks like tiny little white flies.
Even though the water in the lakes in central Copenhagen is not yet frozen, 10mn north of the city and it is a different story. Yesterday we cycled to Gentofte lake. The same lake where it feels nice to sit and reflect during the warm season. To my surprise it was completely frozen. Thick ice. It could have easily been 3-4cm thick. There was a football there on the ice, a few metres from the edge.
It was very tempting to run fast and slide on the lake until the little voice in my head, that I have adequately called 'Reason', very quickly created these images in my imagination where the ice broke as I was sliding and where I fell in the freezing water not being able to find the hole to come back up. 'Reason' then created this visual of my face, frozen and stuck under 3cm of thick ice!
That was enough to stop me even thinking of touching the ice!
But there is actually a small part of the lake that is not frozen, like a pond in the middle of this frozen ground. And it is where all the ducks, and coots, and swans, and arctic terns (I think that's how they're called) gather together hoping that someone would give them food.
Well, it was their lucky day. Ollie had some food for them. And I was there to take the photos...