Life in the Dark Ages

This morning the pipes were frozen in the house. It's not surprising as the main feed pipe runs across the garden only about 5cms down.

The frost wasn't particularly heavy but it is the third day in a row when the lowest temperatures have touched zero and daytime highs have only been around 15ºC. The house is cold and I don't expect to pass more than fleeting moments in some of the rooms and passageways until Spring arrives.

It would be difficult to pour sufficient heat into the place with its tiled floors, ill fitting windows and uninsulated walls to keep it toasty without negotiating an industrial sized contract with the energy suppliers and then, of course, a bunch of people from Kyoto, Bali or Greenpeace would, no doubt, pop around to give me a good talking to about my carbon footprint.