Nothing's better for this than simple hands in pockets. Whatever style or material used in glove manufacture, you're better off with stowing them away in the warmest place and just taking them out for a second or two, long enough to take the odd picture.
The dullest of mornings was just improved by a generous layer of hoar frost. Our Blacka Moor robin had his extremities well hidden away under fluffed up feathers, remaining alert to fight off any rivals who might try to beat him to the daily cheddar.
It was just at the very end of the walk that the sun appeared to cheer us up.
No knowing if it remained in position - the rest of Sheffield was under the gloom for the rest of the day.
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Lovely robin
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