My usual walk with the dogs lately has just been so beautiful….chilly at an average of -3, but beautiful. The bright, freezing mornings that fill my lungs with crisp air have also cast long shadows, which make me smile, as I make the short journey over to the fields with Alf and Jess.
The field down in the hollow, with all it’s grass and mud iced like the top of a frosted chocolate cake
As I climb out of the hollow and up the hill the sun shines in a blue, blue sky, but it can not chase away the bitter cold
Alf stops and pauses for a photo
Not one to be out done, Jess poses too
Tiny footprints temporarily fossilised by the ice
every bare and exposed surface has been visited by Jack Frost, over night.