I stepped off the plane yesterday morning to a -7 degree frost. We were warned that there was ice on the air bridge from the aircraft, and that we should watch our step whilst disembarking the aircraft. I'm dressed like the Michelin Man, it so cold it hurts when I breathe, but Man it's good to be home :)
I've eaten too much, not drank enough, and hardly seen anyone, but I managed to shoot Cole - it's a shame the light was so bad - in this weather going outside isn't on the cards.
