This was a buttercup, swaying in the summer breeze
Last night it was –7.8 C here at the house, this morning at first light I went up off the hill to watch and photograph a glorious sun rise over a misty valley, cold it may have been, but I was very comfortable in ski trousers and jacket. When I got back home, some sparkly branches
and tussocks of grass down the field caught my eye I walked down the field to investigate.
My, oh my, with every step, it got colder and colder, you could physically feel the change in temperature as you walked, the cold air having slumped down the valley (Mr Uhdd and the boys told me it was –13C down at the bus stop in the village.)
I’m not sure I can do justice to the size and beauty of the ice crystals,
but they were breath taking in more ways than one.