Waking up today and seeing the grey, overcast sky reminds me of working on the farm. The feeling of what the day would be like out in the the weather was tangible. What the wet grass, the frosty gate latch and crossing the ice on the wooden foot bridge would feel like. Wet dogs, finding a horse for the day in the dark before breakfast. Cracking the ice on the water troughs that never thaw out in the shade of the wool shed, so the dogs can have a drink.
The chill of the morning pine plantation that becomes a stifling heat in the afternoon in those woollen trowsers and working boots.
...different to the days now, with office tower, fluros and computers. I can go a whole day in 21 degree air-conditioning without knowing what it's like outside.
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