Fabulous Frost

After a bitterly cold night, we woke to a foggy and frosty scene this morning. It was just a whisker off minus 5 degrees last night and not far off that when set out for our walk. The fog had created a fabulous hoar frost on everything, including our Pyracantha hedge.

Along the Nutbrook Trail, the dead and dried heads of Hogweed were frosted thickly too.

Still foggy, the scenery was a little muted, but no less beautiful for that.

Grasses were heavy with the clinging crystals of ice.

and fences wore their own coats of white.

Among the trees which hide the old Nutbrook Canal, twisted Alders made some fantastical shapes against the cold.

It all had a kind of savage beauty.

Malcolm wasn't too impressed with the temperatures..!

Later, as the fog started to lift and the sun peeped through, the frost began to glow brightly, making this one of the best frosts I can remember.

Fabulous!