Cris decided that the Beech Tree by the lake would be a good place to get some reading done. Yes it was cold as heck and only a crazy person would be out here reading instead of doing so in the warm confines of any place in the castle.

But that was it. One could only be cooped up in the castle for so long before getting cabin...or in this case...castle fever. So here he was dressed warmly with a scarf wrapped around his neck, wearing a pair of leather gloves and a Russian Ushanka hat protecting his head.

Even then his fave was still chilled, his nose numb and running its own marathon. Cris wondered whether his nose was blue from the cold or red from all the blowing he had to do. He already had a pile of soiled tissue stuffed in his jacket pocket.

Ah...the joys of being outdoors.