About time I got these pictures of the frosty morning we had last week. Actually this frost lasted a few days as the temperatures never rose enough to lose the white covering we found ourselves under.
The track that George and I usually take in the mornings, beware of very icy puddles that lurk under the snow (when we have some) as they don't half make you jump once you have regained your balance from the rather ungainly skid!
Our church at the top of the lane beautifully lit by the winter sun.
The red berries of the rosehips, like little rubies in the hedgerow
The frosted grasses along the edge of the brook
This is the wire on the chook run after Jack Frost has been at work
I guess that because it was a freezing fog during the night that would explain why there was even frost under the trees
George just demonstrating that he apparently feels no cold!
Only one more market to go til Christmas! Will be able to turn my attention to my own home this week and start to tidy up and decorate for Christmas. Looking forward to getting all the decorations out the loft, such a great box of memories. I try to buy just a couple of special new decorations each year to add to the collection, each with their own story.
Take care all, til next time