I love the rain battering outside and the dark fresh evenings.
Getting up in the morning less so though.
When we were young, there was no heating until we lit the fire, we used to tuck ourselves up in bed like mummies. If you accidentally exposed an inch of flesh or allowed some outside air to leak in while you were turning over it was like being stabbed with an icicle.
You had to psyche yourself up to get out of bed in the mornings. Then, screaming in anticipation, you would fling back the bedding and get dressed at lightning speed.