If ever I complain of the cold in the UK, remind me about Czech winters.
There's a relative lack of wind here that makes a Czech -15° more acceptable than a British +2°, but when your wellies aren't tall enough to prevent snow falling in, you get to know about cold.

With ice filling my socks and a mountain to climb between me and the log fire, I suck it up and keep pushing forward.

The trees are unreal under such conditions, leaning under the weight of days and days of snow.