Minus 5 in Weldborough.

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Weldborough Hotel)

It's cold in Weldborough and, I'm reliably informed, there are a few people camping in the hotel grounds. We camped there in the winter cold: tents crisp with ice, two sleeping bags just warm enough and campground taps frozen solid. Our kitchen's cold in the early mornings but not that cold and Ben hibernates in the warmth of his room until late morning anyway. Sedation is one of the medication side effects but that's minor in the scheme of things because sleeping well is infinitely better than not sleeping well. He plans to enrol in a local art class in term 3. The class is just two hours per week for eight weeks. They have a German language class in the evening, which is also of interest and could be useful when he eventually returns to Berlin for the last of the medical trips. In the meantime, a frosty Weldborough morning is usually the prelude to a magic blue-sky day. We'll visit there too, one day.