Finished early today but before I left, I was at a meeting and as it finished we got onto the subject of the present weather and we all recounted stories of how we had fought through the cold (and for those in the south) the recent snow. The office was warm and we had the coffee machine next to the room, we were happy. We all commentated of how we were suffering so much, boasting of having to wear extra clothing and having the central heating on all day etc. An hour or so later, I was driving down the M3 as it approaches the M27 near Southampton when the traffic started slowing down, tailbacks started to form and there was obviously something slow moving ahead. After a few minutes we passed the cause of our tailback, a small convoy of 432s of various types. What they all had in common was the commanders were wrapped up like the Michelin men. Some were hanging over the right side as they tried to guide the driver across the multiple lanes of the junction but one or two were hanging over the left of the commanders hatch. I was suddenly taken back to early 1988, bombing down the N7 near Kassel (nearly hitting 26mph!!) on the first big exercise of the season. And I suddenly remembered why you would hang over towards the left. That was where the louvers were and emanating from them were diesel fumes, brimming with carbon dioxide/monoxide and anything else nasty but at least it was warm. Standing in the commanders hatch in winter on the move was seriously f**king cold and hanging over the louvers was one of the few ways to get some extra heat. I can still remember trying to put up the cam nets and masts on arrival in location before trying to thaw my fingers back to life and the pain as they did so. Your legs and feet were ok but it was the top half that froze. Lots of brews passed forward by whoever was in the back helped (Oh dear BV, gods greatest invention), but it only raised yet another problem. What goes in must come out. And as I hung over the right hand side to water the kerb, the wind chill factor nearly froze my battle tackle and caused it to shrink back into my body so much, I thought it was going to get stuck in my windpipe. So, as you scrape the frost of the car tomorrow and complain about the cold, remember some poor bast**d is really suffering in the cold. As for me, I will keep my grumbles to myself and thank god I dont have to do that again.