I'm currently reading "MacDonald of the 42nd." In relating life in the cold November of 1854 in the trenches before Balaclava in Crimea, author Donald Featherstone wrote,

"...it was not uncommon to see kilted Highlanders crying with the pain of their frozen knees."

Talking of the mud he wrote, "...the glutinous mixture made their kilts heavy and plastered them to the body, so that every movement of the legs was painful as the mud abrasively lacerated the insides of the men's thighs."

Temps were about 20 degrees F.