Bit chilly? It was minus seven degrees out there, with more than twenty centimetres of snow to plough trhough and fifty centimetre icicles hanging from the eaves. Bit chilly? My face is numb, like a polar bear just sat on it. Bit chilly? I’d say it was @&%!! freezing.
Ah well, it does look beautiful, though. Everything so white; light sparkling in the fresh covering every morning. Shame it’ll all turn to grey sludge.