>>I've never been as cold as playing rugby on top of the cotswolds in the depths of winter
Ah, the Cotswolds in Winter. I have a memory of the drip, drip of water escaping a frozen brook while the cold and quiet is so profound you can barely tell which is which.
"... They ne'er cared for us
yet: suffer us to famish, and their store-houses
crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to
support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act
established against the rich, and provide more
piercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain
the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and
there's all the love they bear us."
-- Shakespeare: Coriolanus, Act 1, scene 1
