Still, clear and bl**dy cold here chez Casa Reynard.
I have spent the day clearing up Bella's mess. I think she was a tortoiseshell cat in a previous life... The top that snapped off the leylandii has been trimmed and is now ready for turning into logs. Actually, the two big branches snapped off a while back given how dry the wood is, but Bella finally dislodged them for me. The small stuff is pretty well much fine for burning, while the bigger bits will probably want another year of seasoning prior to use.
Used my cycling glove liners under my gardening gloves as it was too cold otherwise. Also, a pair of lycra tights under my work jeans. OK, not the sveltest look, but hey, I was toasty warm.
Am now going to spend the rest of the day relaxing.
Don't need to cook. There's a big pork pie in the fridge that wants a dent putting in it. And I have 38 sausage rolls.
