Serves me right for gloating about spring-like weather. This morning it was so cold that the water in my wet tile cutter froze right up. As I was using it. Hmm.
There was a compensation though: drinking coffee in the sun at lunchtime, we watched a flock of a dozen or so Common Crossbills perched on the roof of the porcherie, just five metres or so away from where we were sitting. They stayed for quite some time, chattering and singing and flying up to the nearest fir tree and back. Common they may be called, but it was a first for me. Lovely.