Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

The Summer Man, as we knew him shivered under his cardboard shelter as the snow fell along with the temperature.

It was clear he disliked the winter, he told us often enough. He refused to move into warmer places vowing to sit it out thankful the Salvation Army soup van came round every day to fill his thermos.

His concession to the winter was his thermos. He’d had the same one for as long as we knew him. Said he found it one day lying in the gutter and discovered it was in working condition.

Anyway, it saved him on the cold nights. He’d be huddled inside his box, a blanket up around his ears and sipping on the thermos to get him through the night.

I don’t know how he survived as some nights everything froze and how he didn’t was beyond me.

Yesterday the snow fall was heavy…