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- West Somerset
If I thought yesterday morning was cold, that was nothing compared to yesterday evening, which was in itself child's play compared to later that night. There was frost on my saddle when I unlocked my bike to go home at 9pm!What a difference 24 hours makes. Yesterday morning it was shorts and my thinnest jacket. This morning it was all about layers and two pairs of socks and that moment of terror when you inhale too much cold air and your lungs freeze in every sense of the word.
Was too hot cycling home.
It really made me think about people who sleep on the streets today and those who have suffered in the past, especially in concentration camps and gulag camps, as no matter what pain I felt (and there was a lot), I was going home to a hot shower, a warm bed and hot chocolate. I remember watching an interview on "Band of Brothers" with one of the men from the 101st who survived Bastogne and he said that now, whenever he's cold, he remembers that winter in the forest and is just grateful he's not there.