The café was sparkly with both tinsel and ice. Even with two kettles on the boil, it was a frosty affair.
The polar conditions didn't deter the customers, though, who came in for coffee and cake, then headed back out to stand round the brazier, where the chestnuts were a-popping and wine was a-mulling.
Anticipating the cold, I'd bundled up with three pairs of socks (over-the-knee, cashmere, and ski) inside my snow boots, five layers beneath my coat (I could barely do the buttons up!), and my toasty new cowl.
But after four hours, I was feeling an awful lot like this guy:
Do you think it's too late to add thermals to my Christmas list?!