I was so excited when this morning dawned and it wasn’t lashing with rain, just a shame I can’t share with you the smell of wood smoke, coming from the chimney in this photo, that was rather nice too.
In the field, the sharp frost had made a crisp, granular topping to the squelchy sodden turf, it was a bit like putting your foot through the sugary bit on to of a Madeira cake, before sinking into the soft cake underneath.
Must go, late for work and the car needs defrosting and the lanes are treacherous with black ice, making them no place to hurry.
