brrr

for the bare handful of men above, the officers and ratings on the bridge, it was pure undiluted hell. but a hell not of our latter-day imagining, a strictly eastern and biblical conception, but the hell of our ancient north-european ancestors, of the vikings, the danes, the jutes, of beowulf and the monster-haunted meres the hell of eternal cold.

true, the temperature registered a mere 10deg below zero, 42deg of frost. men have been known to live, even to work in the open, at far lower temperatures. what is not so well known, what is barely realised at all, is that when freezing point has been passed, every extra mile per hour of wind is equivalent, in terms of pure cold as it reacts on a human being, to a 1 deg drop in temperature.

HMS Ulysses
Alistair Maclean

Boy, did Alistair Maclean know what he was talking about. The temperature outside is around 5 deg C. But then there seems to be a gale force wind on. Atleast thats what is sounds like from all the howling of wind through unseeable gaps in the windows.

Add to that the idiot [looks at self] who doesn't believe in the cold and decides to go for a random walk in this weather woefully short of warm clothes. Two hours of it and ones extremities are nearly frostbitten. Then there is the return to warmth. The blood flows back to the external levels of the epidermis causing wierd tingling sensations. Come to think of it think there was something about that in HMS Ulysses as well.

Definitely need to search for some Maclean eBooks.

The walk was quite worth it too. Christmas finally adding some colour to this town.