>>>I've never been as cold as playing rugby on top of the cotswolds in the depths of winter
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>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.

Sounds like a quote but I'm not sure. Not many brooks on top of the cotswolds.

Nympsfield St Josephs. Taught by nuns and sport by a priest at St Josephs RC primary.Rugby, Football and cross country while the frost and snow where thick on the ground. Hands too cold to undo your boots at the end. Lovely