Frosty out

You can't beat a crisp slightly Narnia-esque winter morning.

Frosty out.

Lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundra. Well, not exactly, through the forest was dusted throughout with ice, and its' puddles well glazed. Jack Frosts' last huzzah as spring fast approaches maybe. I read that the temperatures over Europe have been a degree or so higher than average, that surprised me. I'd felt that it had been colder than in recent years, more frosty mornings and all; turns out England has been enjoying cooler temperatures that average, and that of Europe. Apparently it's all to do with La Nina. I'm not complaining I enjoy a cold winter. Feels proper.

Frosty fringe

You know it must be cold out when the fringes of higher reaches of the forests' streams remain frosted well into the day. The forest streams are a favourite roam of ours, I particularly enjoy wandering their wilder head waters. This morning it was the Smoky Hole section of Bratley Water, thicket flanked, boggy and wild, walking these upper stretches of stream always feels like walking back into the wild wood.

Brrrr....

Coldest day of the season so far, with temperatures registering -2c on your roam this morning. Brrrrr.....

Nippy out

This morning found Jack Frost had left his frosty fingerprints all over Anthonys' Bee Bottom, ooh err! How 1970's. That aside, it was bloody cold out on our roam today; it was the first morning when I've really felt winters approach.