Brass headlamps and brass monkeys

- 13ºC - Friday night was certainly the coldest I've known since I've lived in the village. The first photo is of the skylight of my bedroom from the inside on the Saturday morning. The wood pile has nearly vanished. - “I am just going out. I might be some time.”
Work on the bike this week was draining. The Alchemist and myself where defeated after two hours. Feet became leaden and fingers as brittle as matchsticks. 
Only a days work left before the bike is offered up for an MOT.
The DVLA have come up trumps and given me a new registration and dated the bike to 1976. Just three years off of those black and silver number plates, but who cares? I'll be on the road in March.