This dry winter is absolutely wrecking my skin, and no amount of moisturiser can save me from this crisp, dehydrating air.
Every single morning feels like a battle against the elements as the biting winds sweep through, stripping away what little humidity is left and leaving the ground completely parched.
There is a beautiful, sharp clarity to the clear blue skies but the constant static shocks and the sight of crunchy, brown grass make me desperate for just a single day of heavy, soaking rain.
Maybe tomorrow.
Dane.
