People here tell me that it is unusually mild in England this year. Before I arrived, I was warned that I would be very cold. However, I haven’t yet pulled out my woollen jumpers, let alone my thermal leggings.

The cold snap arrived today. Cambridge has been humming under endless and continuous thick fog. I was thankful for the leather gloves as my bike cut through the biting greyness.

You know it is truly cold when you go outside to empty the compost tray, and the compost bin lid is frozen shut.